Chapter 17
Perrin knew what she had to do, and hated it. Hated the situation. Hated herself most of all. At least she was used to that part of it.
She sat in the farthest corner of the painfully white hospital waiting room. As far as possible from Jaspar now behind some anonymous curtain in the ER, far from the three yarn-bombed chairs she and Tammy had done together a mere few days ago, and close by the sliding glass doors she’d have to use in a few minutes.
She wanted to run through them now and out into the fading Seattle afternoon. Run and never stop, but there was one thing she had to do first. So she waited, her hands clasped in her lap until all feeling had long since left them, staring straight ahead at a poster about identifying different reactions to different types of bug bit
