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A week later, Shea lay on the loveseat watching cartoons, bored out of her skull and more than a little grumpy. The hospital had released her after twenty-four hours. Her right arm and shoulder were immobilized with a sling, forcing her to eat left-handed.
“How’s the pain?” Jessica handed Shea a plate with eggs over easy, bacon, and toast.
“It hurts.” She cut a piece of egg, but dropped it onto her shirt as she tried to eat it. She adjusted her grip on the fork. It slipped from her hand onto the floor. “Goddammit.”
“When was the last time you took your pain meds?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want ’em. Makes me feel like I’m thinking through a fog.”
Outside, a car pulled up in the driveway. Jessica glanced out the window. “I think that’s them.”
“s**t, I got egg all over my shirt.” I
