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“My arm?” Her eyebrows furrow and I insist. “It’s my shoulder.”
She pauses and can’t hold back a sob. “Aw, baby. My baby,” she cries as she takes me in her arms. “It’s not, sweetie, your shoulder is fine. That nightmare was over a long time ago.”
Memories hit me, the fog spreading quicker now. Another night with the Wolves. Another nightmare to add to the previous one.
Mom leaves to get the nurse and I look around for my phone. Where are Jake and Rose? Where is Nathan? Is he alive?
The pain in my forearm springs to life and I cry out.
Shit…shit that hurts. I sit up and look down. I’ve got a cast.
The nurse walks in and he smiles at me reassuringly.
“Miss Williams, you’re awake.”
I nod but he can sense the panic in me. “I’m Johnathan, I’m your nurse. Dr. Fernandez will be with us in just a second. Are you hurting anywhere? I’ll get you some water for now.”
“Just my arm,” I rasp, now realizing how thirsty I am.
He gives me a plastic cup filled with water. “Drink slowly.”
I execute, taking small sips in silence until a short woman in a white blouse walks in.
“Miss Williams, how’s the arm?”
“Painful,” I reply.
Her dark skin matches mine and I recognize her features right away.
“Are you Filipina?” I ask, not caring about how rude I sound.
She smiles and nods. “From El Nido.” She looks at my mom and back at me. “Is Dad from the Philippines?” she asks lightly.
I nod. “He was, yes.”
She nods in acknowledgement that my dad isn’t with us anymore and playfully carries on. “Kamusta Tagalog mo?” she says, cheekiness in her voice, wondering how good my Tagalog is.
“It’s not very good,” I mumble, my cheeks burning. Dad had taught me, but I haven’t practiced in a while.
She winks at me. “Good, because I don’t know how good my medical talk is in my own mother tongue,” she chuckles. “Let’s do this in English, shall we? You were in a car accident, do you remember? That was Sunday night. You had a good sleep, it’s Monday now. Do you remember all that?”
I remember Volkov’s men driving into Jake’s car and attempting to kill us, yes.
“Y-yes,” I murmur.
“Good, and you remember what month, right? Can you tell me that?”
“April.”
“Very good. How are you feeling? Apart from the arm.” she asks. I only shrug and she pushes. “A little shaken maybe?”
“Where are my friends?”
“They’re waiting outside,” she waves her hand toward the door. “We checked your head and for internal injuries. You’re all fine, no concussion, no bleeding. You fractured your ulna. It’s the-”
“The bone in my forearm, apart from the radius,” I cut her off like the know-it-all that I am.
She nods enthusiastically. “You bet it is.” She turns to Mom. “You’ve got yourself a very bright girl Ms. Williams.”
