“Hola, cariño. ¿Cómo dormiste?”
“Uh, I slept okay.” Shea picked up the ice pack that had fallen on the floor. “Figured icing it, keeping it elevated, and taking a nap might help my leg. Isn’t there some acronym? RICE? Rest, ice, something that begins with C, and elevation.”
Shea sat up, and the room spun. The swelling in her knee had gone down, but it still ached, especially the road rash.
“C is for compression. Though I doubt you’d want to wrap your knee in a compression bandage with the road rash running down your leg.”
Shea shivered involuntarily at the thought of a compression bandage wrapped around her knee, pressing on the raw flesh. The gauze holding the nonstick pads in place was tight enough. “Guess I’ll stick with the R, I, and E.”
Toni smirked and raised the vodka bottle. “
