It’s peaceful enough that I let my eyes fall closed as I take steady, calming breaths. Maybe we can finally get me feeling better. Then, I can figure out what to do about work because I don’t know if I can go back to working for Ethan.
“…ona. Fiona?”
“Hmmm?” I hum, shifting my head and opening my eyes. The nurse stands in front of me with some papers and that soft, warm smile again.
“You must be exhausted. Sorry to wake you, but I got some of the tests back. You came back negatively for the flu, strep, and pneumonia. They also checked for bronchitis and that was also negative. Seeing how tired you are, I’m going to let you go home, but here,” she says, holding out a prescription slip.
An unfamiliar medicine name is printed on the paper.
“What’s this?”
“It’s a nausea medicine I
