The ache in her lower body was dull but constant now, the epidural’s numbing haze wearing off. Abigail shifted slowly on the bed, testing her legs. They were heavy, uncooperative, but not entirely useless anymore.
She slid one leg over the side, wincing as her feet met the cold floor. Her hands gripped the bedrail as she pushed herself upright, while her hospital gown brushed her knees. Each step felt foreign, like she was learning how to walk again.
Just then, the door creaked open just as she made it halfway toward the window.
“Oh—Mrs. McGrath, you’re up,” the nurse said with a warm smile, wheeling in a small cart of supplies. “You should be resting, you’ve only just delivered.”
Abigail gave a faint smile but didn’t sit back down. “I’m fine… I just needed to stretch my legs a little.
