Jasmine woke up to see herself lying on a hospital bed, an antiseptic smell strong in the air. She looked down on herself. Good thing she was still in her clothes. She tried to get up, but her whole body ached all over like she’d been run over by a bus, and an IV line snaked from a stand into her left arm. She looked around. This wasn’t Dexington Medical Center. Where was she?
“I see you’re awake.” Jasmine looked up to see a black buxom nurse wheeling a mobile cart into her cubicle. “What’s your name?”
“Jasmine Banks.” Even her voice sounded tired to her ears. “Where am I?”
“You are at Tanner Memorial.” Wasn’t that the small hospital a few feet away from the hotel she’d been at for the arranged date? “What’s today’s date?”
“Uhm, I can’t remember. End of April?”
The nurse checked the l
