A nurse came in shortly after the doctor had left and bandaged my foot up making it look like a pig trotter.
"Your foot looks like a pig trotter." I flashed Casey a killer glare when she said that. Although I had just thought of it, she didn't need to say it.
"Sorry, sorry." She did a sign of zipping her lips and throwing the key away. I tried helping myself up from the bed, but she appeared by my side almost immediately and helped me onto the wheelchair. She pushed me out just in time to see his back disappearing out of the hallway. This time around, he had a hand wrapped around the small of the woman's waist. I felt the same feeling from earlier in the pit of my stomach, but I immediately shook it off.
"Can I stop by the reception?"
"Why?" Casey asked, "I already took care of the bi
