Chapter 18
Melinda held back her emotions as she sat in the exam room with Adam. He was waiting patiently to be seen by the emergency room doctor. She had always hated hospitals. Inwardly she groaned. Well, that was a lie, it was only in recent years that she’d begun to hate them. The building, the antiseptic smells and the sounds. The page system was enough to drive anyone crazy.
Adam was perched on the edge of the exam table and Mel was in the chair next to him. He bent toward her. “How are you doing?”
Her hands were clammy. She prayed her face wasn’t completely devoid of color. “Oh, fine,” she said with false bravado.
If only she could halt the flood of memories. That would help. Instead she said, “How is your pain?” Carefully enunciating each word to give her something to focus on.
