-Rebecca-
A kind woman was examining me while I lay on the hospital bed. She introduced herself as Claire. Her calm aura was soothing and reminded me a little of my mother before she passed away, though it seemed a bit odd to compare her to my mother since we were practically the same age.
Claire had cleaned and bandaged my wounds, and I learned that my arm had been dislocated and needed to be put in a sling. I had barely noticed how bad my injuries were, and now, with the immediate discomfort addressed, I felt almost light—almost pain-free. I smiled at Claire, and she returned it with a reassuring smile.
“You’re going to be alright now,” she assured me before leaving the room.
I noticed her stomach was slightly rounded. Was she pregnant? My eyes followed her as she exited, but I was
