Jo-anne POV
She tried to focus on anything but T.J. and his fate, but it was really hard to do. She tried to go for a walk but found that this was not allowed. Dr Patterson had come and seen her this morning, checked her over and even pushed a bolus dose of cefazolin, sat and talked with her for the five minutes that he pushed the antibiotic into her. Explaining to her that he wanted her to have minimal activity over at least the next two days, that he would come to her room to check on her each morning and afternoon.
Then, after disposing of the empty syringe in the sharps container he had brought with him, he looked right at her. “No more Jo-anne, my heart can’t take it. I hate seeing you injured.”
“I don’t mean to get injured,” she'd told him, and she didn’t.
“I know.” he’d nodded “
