Mark knew he’d f****d up. Seriously f****d up, and he didn’t know how to make it better. He’d pissed off the pretty nurse, and he only made things worse every time she came near him.
Why did she have to be the one to see him like this? Grumpy, in pain, and off his game?
He grumbled, punching the pillow behind him. He waited for Abby to return like a good patient, but after almost fifteen minutes had passed, his patience waned. He didn’t even need those damn painkillers. Rising from the bed with a pained grunt, he gathered his things and was about to leave his room when he heard Abby’s voice in the hallway.
“Mom, I don’t have time for this right now. I’m at work.”
“How else can I talk to you? You never answer my calls or texts. It’s like I don’t exist!” The woman’s voice was shrill, and
