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“Feeling better, luv?” It was one of the day nurses, Laura, who seemed to trade off most often with Bertrise. I liked her, but the two of them were very different. Laura didn’t coddle me the way Bertrise did. Instead, she had this kind of efficiency about her that made me feel like I should sit up a little straighter, wipe the gunk out of my eyes, ask for a toothbrush. Which I did.
“Feeling a little sour?” she asked, smacking her own mouth like she’d just eaten something nasty. “Not surprised. We’ll fix you right up.”
I was happy for the chance. If Daniel really was coming—maybe within a few hours, if I was lucky—I wanted to at least feel presentable.
Nurse Laura helped me to the bathroom and set me up with some grooming supplies while she changed my sheets.
As I stood at the sink
