Chapter 7

I struggled to focus on my surroundings as the world came back into view. I was still in the infirmary, but I was no longer strapped onto the operating table. Instead, I was resting comfortably on a narrow cot. My tee shirt was replaced by a long white nightgown constructed of a light flannel and lace.  I craned my head toward the sound of feet shuffling behind me.  One of the nurses came into my line of vision and stopped to inspect me. Compared to the treatment I had from the doctor, her ministrations were gentle.  Never-the-less I found them invasive.

“There, princess,” she said as she pulled my gown down over my legs and the sheet up over my torso. “You are good as new again. Our princess is fit for a prince.” With a giggle over the humor I didn’t understand, she ordered the two goons who dragged me from there to return me to my room.

My body was still tender from the horrific ordeal I just experienced, so I didn’t