Chapter Thirty-Eight
Her heart thudding in an erratic rhythm, Emily stared at the white-haired nurse who was getting ready to stick yet another needle into Emily’s arm. The older woman had a kind face that reminded Emily of the actress Betty White, but so far, she’d ignored all of Emily’s entreaties to stop and let her call a lawyer.
The initial round of tests had consisted of them taking several vials of Emily’s blood, X-rays of every part of her body, a CT scan, and an MRI. Afterwards, they’d let Emily pass out for a few hours on a hard cot in a tiny gray room, and she’d woken up feeling like she was suffocating. She’d needed fresh air, needed it so badly she’d felt like she was dying, but instead of letting her out, they’d given her a sedative to keep her calm. She’d floated in a drug
