Twenty-Four
Four weeks after her accident, Nina was released from hospital. She was wheeled out to Carl’s waiting car in a wheelchair, although she could make her way around on crutches. Her left arm, still encased in plaster, was in a sling, and her lower left leg sported a blue moon-boot. Apart from its pallid colouring, her face had returned to normal, and although most of the bruising had faded, her ribcage still hurt when she exerted herself.
Nina hopped out of the wheelchair, swivelled on her good leg and slid herself into the backseat of the car. It was good to be going home, she thought, after four weeks of institutional care, but she wondered what level of service her new carer would be providing.
Carl placed her bags in the trunk and got in behind the wheel. The nurses waved a
