Sasha
“Leave. I can bathe myself,” I snapped at the nurse. She stood in the bathroom doorway, a fresh towel folded over her arm.
I did not care about her intentions. I was tired of being treated like an invalid. I gripped the plastic shower curtain and yanked it back, the rings screeching on the metal rod. My muscles strained as I reached for the shampoo bottle on a high shelf.
“I said, leave,” I repeated. “Get the f**k out.”
“But ma’am, I’m just doing my job.”
“And you’re about to lose that job if you don’t get out of my presence,” my voice rang out. She sucked in her cheeks, her lips a thin line. I could almost hear the scornful thoughts in her mind, even though her face remained a professional mask.
Spoiled brat. Cheating wife. Now she’s paying for it.
Everyone treated me like a
