CHAPTER FIFTEEN
A young, neatly bearded man in a white coat with stethoscope accessory appeared at Eva's bedside in the emergency outpatients ward of Parklands Private Hospital.
'Hullo, Mrs Dennehy, I'm Anthony McVeigh, one of the physicians here. How are you feeling?'
'I'm fine.' She rubbed her face. 'Apart from feeling like I've been hit in the face with a soccer ball.' And a pounding head and a dry mouth and wanting to get the hell out of here. 'Do you have any news on Dodie?’
'Your dog's fine, one of the paramedics contacted your husband and a bystander looked after her until he arrived.'
Relief flowed through her. She'd heard a yelp as Dodie was flung off the seat on to the car floor, but fortunately she wasn't hurt.
The doctor pulled the curtain around the bed, picked up her ch
