“You’re lying.” I feel bad just saying it. This woman seems so legitimate. She says she’s a nurse and she certainly looks the part, but if I’ve learned anything in the last few months, it’s that I’m a s**t judge of character.
It’s her turn to blink in confusion. “Why would I lie about that? Maybe I should go and get—”
“If you bring her in here, I’ll scream.”
“Honey,” the nurse says, reaching for my hand. I flinch back, and she looks at me with obvious pity. “You’ve really been through something, haven’t you?”
“Just let me go,” I whisper.
“I don’t think you’re being forced to stay, honey.”
I want to laugh out loud. If only that were true.
“Let’s just… let’s just get you out of that wet t-shirt, okay?” she tries again.
I shake my head and push myself into the farthest corner of the b
