Chapter 19
The next morning, I stared at my clothes in dismay. “I can’t wear these.” Not only were they covered in champagne, regurgitated prawns and cucumber—the mere thought made my stomach want to empty all over again—and blood, but they were in pieces, since they’d been cut off me in the emergency room. Although it was odd they’d left my underwear alone.
“No, you can’t. Eat your breakfast. I’ll find something for you.”
“Hyde—” But he was out the door.
I sighed and peeked wistfully under the covers of the dishes on the tray someone—I’d seen her leaving the room, and from the clothes she wore I doubted she was on the hospital staff—had brought in for Hyde. I hadn’t had that kind of breakfast in a long time. Eggs over easy, bacon, sausage, and ham, and whole wheat toast. Maybe the toa
