Chapter 13
Elizabeth stretched out on the uncomfortable bed, dying of thirst, but her throat was too scratchy to risk a drink. The nurse had promised she’d be released within the hour, but she felt totally abandoned. No one had come in to check on her, no one had come with paperwork, and worst of all, no one had arrived with the dreaded wheelchair so she could escape. The doctor had already given her a prescription and guidelines.
Rest for the remainder of the day should be easy enough; she was exhausted. Mushy foods for the next couple of days didn’t appeal to her, but if it meant no more vomiting blood, she’d suffer through. Colin had called and promised he’d be here to take her home, but given how often he was late, she considered calling Janie.
The door opened, and she pushed hersel
