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‘Don’t move,’ were the first words Wendy heard. ‘It’s okay. You’re in safe hands.’
She blinked as the bright lights seared her eyeballs. She tried to speak, but the pain was unbearable.
‘It’s okay. Don’t try to speak. You’re in Mildenheath General Hospital, Wendy. My name’s Rosie Ashton, I’m one of the nurses here. You’ve had a bit of a battle on your hands but you’re through the worst of it.’
Wendy tried to recall what had happened. Her mind was hazy in many ways and she couldn’t seem to keep hold of any thought for long. She guessed she was probably on some form of medication. She remembered the smell of alcohol, an arm around her neck, the slight trickle of blood.
She heard footsteps growing louder as someone approached the bed from the corridor outside.
‘f**k’s sake. Two days
