The nurse adjusted the IV line, moving the pole a little bit closer, then she pulled on the stiff pillows, adjusting Marie's neck perfectly. She grabbed her silver tray, and her feet hit the floor as she headed to the door.
Marie lay propped against the stiff pillows. A pale blue gown covered her shoulders, thin cotton that tied loosely at the back. The fabric felt cool against her skin, but nothing could stop the shivers that still ran through her every few minutes. She had jerked up after seeing Angelo in her sleep, his ugly smile in her face.
She moved her hand, but then she remembered she was still at the hospital, an IV line snaked from the back of her right hand, clear liquid dripping slowly and steadily into her vein. Her heart thumped lightly at the never-ending dreams, she still
