Chapter 43HER BACK LOOKED like an aerial view of railroad tracks in a blood-stained train yard. After a long and drug-induced night, Jane woke, hazy-headed and sore. Still lying on her stomach, her neck stiff, she started to turn over. Gentle hands on her bare shoulders held her in place.
“The doctors don't want you to move yet.” The voice penetrated the fog, while awareness and memory dawdled in returning.
“Ash, is that you?”
He walked around the bed so she could see him. “Yup.” She tried to tuck an arm under to push herself up. “Be still for a little longer. The nurse went to get Dr. O'Donnell.”
“My neck's like a rock. I need to look the other way.” She lifted and turned, groaning as she did. “Will you massage my neck? It's all knotted.” He walked around to the other side and with hi
