Candice
I look around the room I am in. It's a bit on the small side, with just a queen size bed, a nightstand, a dresser, and a television mounted on the wall above the dresser. The girl, the one Austin addresses as Abby, scoots her chair closer to the bed I'm on. She has a small little nurse's kit hanging from her forearm. I close my eyes at the irony that I'm on the bed while a nurse is getting ready to evaluate me.
"Abby, was it?" I ask.
"That's right. Slice tells me that Austin said you were a nurse. Which hospital do you work at?" She asks.
"Treepointe." I say with a small smile. The small movement to my cheek causes me to flinch.
Abby is by my side instantly checking my face out and going back to her bag to pull out a cold compress and some arnica cream. She starts rubbing the
