I woke up to a terrible smell. Something disgusting was hovering under my nose. I groaned and waved it away. “What the hell is that?”
I heard a soft chuckle.
“Smelling salts,” an unfamiliar voice stated. “It’s an old-fashioned treatment, but it works. How are you feeling, Miss Miller?”
“My head hurts,” I replied, and I could hear the whine in my voice.
“Nurse, please get Miss Miller some Aspirin.”
Shoes swished away.
“You took a pretty bad knock to the head,” the unfamiliar voice stated. “I don’t think you have a concussion, but I decided to check you out anyway.”
He sounds like a doctor. That’s probably a good thing. I reached for my head, and a warm hand captured my fingers. “Leave your bandage alone, mama.”
He sounds like a doctor. That’s probably a good thing.I laced my fingers
