The painkillers Giada was given were making her terribly woozy and she found she did not like the sensation at all. She stared at the ceiling and wished they hadn’t brought her to this clinic. Her nurse was the woman who took her blood the last time and this time she was hovering over Giada.
“What do you want?” she finally snapped at the nurse feeling torn between simple irritation and full-blown nausea. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to vomit on the woman or stab her in the neck.
“Mr. Saputo told me to ensure you were comfortable until he could get back here. I’m simply doing my job.”
“Yeah, but you’re hovering, and I don’t like it. Why?”
“I’m trying to see the fascination.” The nurse said bluntly. “You seem quite bitchy, and I’ve known Mr. Saputo a long time and he tends to prefer
