Dawn
My shoulder is infected. That much I understand. The rest is just noise. Doctors and nurses use all this medical jargon to talk to each other about me. It"s as if I"m not even here.
All I want to do is sleep. I feel horrid and want everyone to leave me alone. I accept their antibiotics but refuse the pain meds. I don"t like what they do to me and we"re supposed to be leaving today. I can"t have a foggy head. As soon as Officer Mills finishes her final meeting with Chief Smith, we can head back to the compound.
The nurses finally leave me be and I drift away. My kip doesn"t last long as Officer Mills, Lucas, and Brent walk in, their faces grim.
“Dawn,” Officer Mills says, “the chief has given us permission to let you recover here.”
“What?” I snap. “No, I need to come with you.”
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