Hazel
Even with my eyes closed, I knew someone was in the room. My nose caught an unfamiliar cologne, and I opened my eyes. I was right all along.
Tessy is standing at the foot of my bed with her arms folded, with a look of disdain etched all over her face.
I sat up and swept the covers back in one motion. This woman had already put her hands on me once. I was not going to be caught lying down.
"Aren't you tired?" I said, my voice slightly higher than usual. "Of doing this every time you see me?"
"Testing my patience is what you're doing." She stepped closer. "Elvis has left your room. Playing the pity card now, is it? Poor sick little assistant."
My eyes moved fast without moving at all, doing the internal check, quick and quiet. The door. Had he closed it before getting into the be
