“A SPRAINED ANKLE, BRUISED ribs and a mild concussion.” Doctor Markhov said. “Very minor injuries, considering the height of your fall. A good thing you landed on a pile of soft earth.”
Sophie lay on the bed in her suite, the Kovalenkos preferring to retain personal physicians on staff rather than engage the hospital system. She drew in a long breath and let it out again. “Not quite what I was hoping for.”
The doctor looked at her quizzically. “You’d prefer something worse?”
Sophie shook her head. “Never mind. As you’ve said, I have a concussion. My brain is clearly not working right.”
Markhov smiled and turned to leave. “It looks like you’ll be fine. I’ll leave some pain killers for you.”
Sophie nodded, and as the doctor left the room, a new guest appeared. Valeri stood near her bed
