Four hours had passed since her crazy doctor had waltzed into the room like a druggie on shrooms and Alexa had been staring at her cast for two of them. Or perhaps glaring was the right word to use.
Alexa willed her arm to stop its incessant itching as if her cold stare would frighten the itch away, or until it was magically scratched with nothing but her mental willpower.
She had refused to allow the blond nurse back into her room and had kicked up quite the fuss when she had walked into the room with another syringe. Luckily Connie had been right behind her and had chased her colleague from the room at the redhead’s insistence that should that syringe come anywhere near her she would break the railing free from the bed frame and beat the poor nurse with it.
“It’s not nice to threaten
