Winter Hart
I woke with a groan. My entire body ached, and my head pounded. If I didn’t have to pee, I would close my eyes and go back to sleep. Snowy protested as I sat up, moving her from her spot beside me. I hissed and gasped as I placed my feet on the floor. I’ve had cracked ribs before, and the only way for the pain to stop is to lie still.
Slowly, I made it to the bathroom. While I washed my hands, I checked out the bruising on my face. It was terrible, and it looks worse than my cheek did after the hit on the ice. I’m sure the entire left side of my body was a big bruise. I will have my arm in this sling for a few weeks as my shoulder heals.
I returned to the bedroom, and Snowy sat on the bed licking her paw. “Where’s Stormy?” I looked around the room. The door leading to the ha
