CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Pale pink was a horrendous color. Toni actually asked the nurse outside about it. Apparently, the trauma center’s management felt the color aided in the creation of a calm environment and helped encourage patients to accept their diagnosis and submit themselves fully to the demands of the center’s staff nurses. In reality, she told Toni, the color drove the staff crazy and the patients into fits of despair.
Everywhere Toni looked, she found pink—the walls, the ceiling, even the drapes preventing the harsh glare from the early morning sun reaching the beds were pink. Different shades, different textures, but all terribly pink. Xendia, even his b****y hospital gown is pink.
Zaambuka groaned and shifted on the bed. Finally! She’d been sitting in the hardest, most uncomf
