CHAPTER 22
“Doctor,” Rosalind whimpered, “this hurts.”
“I know, Doña,” he told her. “Go slowly. Are you letting your husband take most of your weight?”
“I have her,” Vidal volunteered, leading Rosalind in a slow circuit around the bedroom.
Each step felt like fire, but she made herself take it. The only way to heal and be normal again is to follow the doctor’s instructions. Another step. I think I can make it back to the bed… No, wait! Her eyes grew wide.
“Doctor! I need to…. I’ve had a lot of water.”
“I know.” The doctor’s eyes remained fixed on his notes. “That will aid in the healing.”
“And so, I need… I need.”
“I think she needs to use the chamber pot,” Señora Velazquez pointed out.
Rosalind rubbed her eyes with the hand she wasn’t using to clutch Vidal’s shoulders. “Yes.”
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