Chapter Ten
Suzanne pulled off her oxygen mask as she took in the curtain in the emergency room. She was still on the bed, in her sweats, and Harold was standing right there.
“Leave it on,” he said, moving to put it back on her, but she shook her head.
“I’m fine. I don’t need it, Harold, please. This is embarrassing, having two paramedics I used to work with taking me to the hospital from the jail. If word wasn’t out about me before, it is now. I didn’t eat, is all…”
“You fainted,” he snapped. “You keeled over where you were sitting, right on Tessa. What do they call it, a syncopal episode? First you were dizzy yesterday and almost fell over, and now this? This is more than not eating. So lie down, stay put, and please, for once, just listen to me.”
She could see that his patience had
