CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
The worst part of her recovery in the weeks that followed was that she missed Ramirez’s funeral. The battle with Biel had done significant damage, the worst being an infection caused by being pierced by the old piece of pallet wood. She’d run a fever of one hundred and four for a day and a half and was far too weak to attend the services.
She’d also received a fractured jaw and a concussion. When she had come to roughly ten hours after she’d passed out underneath Newman’s Wharf, she’d found her jaw swollen and wired shut. Rose had been there, sitting at her bedside. She’d done her best to walk her mother through what the doctors had reported: an infection, fractured jaw, a concussion, two broken ribs, a sprained wrist.
Rose had been the first to tell her that she wo
