Wendy
Dr. Evans offered me a warm smile. "You are incredibly lucky, Wendy.” He said, glancing down at his clipboard before looking back up at me. "Your scans are completely clear. No internal bleeding, and the swelling from the concussion is already starting to go down. Physically, you just need to rest and let your ribs heal."
I was still sitting on hospital bed, dressed in a soft pair of sweatpants and an oversized cashmere sweater that Nancy had brought for me.
I was glad about the recovery. But I had many questions.
"And my memory?" I asked nervously.
"The brain is a complex organ." Dr. Evans replied with a gentle tone. "Don't force it. Be in a familiar environment, surround yourself with safe people and give it time. It could be days, or it could be months. But the best thing f
