The nurse’s look when she pushed up her sleeves would’ve made Tracy bolt if she could have moved.
“What’s your name?”
Tracy eyed her badge. ‘Tammy’ it said, a cheerful sunflower beside her picture.
“Tracy DeCarlo.”
Her lips felt twice as big and talking sent a pain shooting through her jaw.
“Can you tell me what happened?”
Tracy glanced over at Paul; his stare sent her heart into a stuttered rhythm. Her rapid breaths made her side protest.
“I fell,” she mumbled.
Tammy held her gaze, her eyes asking questions. Tracy looked at Paul and then the floor.
“I fell.”
