"Oh my gosh, Milly!"
Claire barged in with a squeal the next morning after Ron called her.
"Why didn't you call me, oh my gosh! Are you okay?"
She was hugging her a little too tightly and her ribs were complaining.
"I'm fine unless you want to crush my ribs."
Milly joked and smiled at her friend.
Claire's eyes were lined with worry and fear.
"I was calling you last night and you weren't answering. Good thing Ron called me earlier and told me."
She sat at the edge of her bed and gently caressed the bandage on her neck.
"My God, I can't imagine anyone doing this to you. Or to anyone else. But you?"
Milly didn't either, but it happened to her. And it could happen to anyone else. Looking at Claire's hand over hers, she gave her a small smile and shook her head.
"Don't worry, I'm oka
