“Yes.” Sam Innis smiled at her, trying to be reassuring. “You had a bad cut on your head, but you don’t have a concussion. You’re going to feel confused and woozy for several hours, mostly from the drug.”
“Can I go home?”
“Do you have some way to get in to your place? An extra set of keys somewhere?”
She shook her head, confused. “What do you mean? Why do I need an extra set?”
“Your purse, Mia.” Nick spoke quietly from the doorway. “Your purse is lost, remember?”
“It is?”
“Yeah. I told you that.”
“Oh. Oh, right.”
“So do you have a friend with a set of keys to your place, maybe?” Dr. Innis gently asked.
“Uh, yeah. But she’s away for the weekend.”
“OK. Now, you haven't got your cell phone so can we call someone for you?” he said. “Family? Boyfriend?”
“My family’s back in New Engla
