Zarelle nodded, a difficult maneuver given her head was wrapped up in bandages like an ancient mummy.
“The driver didn’t slow down, didn’t honk. He or she aimed straight for me.”
*It was deliberate,* Mirelle confirmed grimly.
Daniel shot to his feet, anger flashing in his eyes. “That bastard! Don’t worry, I’m going to find out who he is, and I’m going to make him pay!”
“There’s no rush,” Zarelle rasped, her throat feeling like sandpaper. “Could you get me some water, please?”
“Sure.” Daniel reached for the plastic pitcher on the bedside table with shaking hands. “The doctors said you shouldn’t eat any solid food for the next twenty-four hours. Do you want some soup? Or Jell-O?”
“Maybe later. I’m not hungry right now.” She patted the bed weakly, gesturing for Daniel to s
