CBB: Chapter Twenty-Two

I wake in my own bed, and for a moment, I'm sure that the whole night was just a bad dream. Then I hear Dante yelling in the other room and I frown. The frown sends a streak of pain across my face and I sigh, knowing that it wasn't just a nightmare.

I sit up slowly. Luckily, all the x-rays came back negative. They seemed strangely concerned with having me cover my torso with the lead apron, but I had been to tired to care. A minor concussion, fourteen stitches on my face and twelve on the back of my head, and a full suite of bruises. The emotional trauma was just as bad. My pride is bruised as much as my body.

I see a voicemail on my phone.

“Ms. Savio. This is the doctor from last night. I need to speak with you when you get a chance. Please call me at this number.”

I frown a little. I hope they didn't find anything else wrong with my labs and tests after I left. I'd call them once I had some food.

I slither out of bed, trying to move as little as possible. I go to the living room to