After her wounds were treated and she received a painkiller injection, her cries of agony finally subsided. I approached her ward quietly, hesitating at the door when I heard her speaking to Connor.
"Con, my arm is in a cast, I can't feed myself. Can you feed me, please?" Her voice was coquettish, almost childlike.
I stopped, uncertain whether I should enter. Part of me wanted to turn around and leave, to avoid another confrontation with Vanessa.
"I'll call a nurse for you," Connor replied, his tone calm but gentle.
"No, I want you to feed me," Vanessa whined insistently. "Why won't you?"
I remained frozen outside the door, feeling like an intruder on their private conversation.
"Be good, you're not a child anymore," Connor said patiently but firmly. "And besides, I already hav
