Chapter 40
Hana woke with a clanger of a headache. It took an age for her to wake enough to regain reasonable control of her arms and legs. Sitting proved difficult, the lower half of her body mummified in a sheet. Her left wrist throbbed and her right hand stung beneath heavy bandages. Hana tried to bend her knees and couldn’t. “Oh, help!” she squeaked. “I’m not dead. There’s been a mistake.”
Nobody came. Her bursting bladder needed urgent consideration and rolling onto her left side, Hana worked up enough traction to tip herself off the bed and onto her knees. Once there, she discovered an enormous white, old-fashioned nightdress shrouding her. Hana stuck her bottom in the air and straightened her back, feeling the tendons and ligaments complain against the stretch. She groaned and res
