"What happened to your neck?!" Cookie shrieked as I washed my hands after surgery.
"Uh… nothing." I wiped my hands dry and pulled my collar up, stepping past her to avoid the question.
But Cookie wasn't buying it. She quickly closed the door and reached out, grabbing my hand to stop me from leaving.
"This is nothing?" she peered closer.
"Cookie, please," I pleaded softly, my voice barely above a whisper. But she wasn't backing down. She pushed my scrubs away from my neck.
"And these… These don't look anything like hickeys. These are…" her eyes narrowed as she leaned in. "Finger marks. Did somebody strangle you?"
I couldn't meet her eyes, and that was all the confirmation she needed.
"Who did it?" she demanded.
Still, I kept my gaze down, shame and fear flooding my
