C875 His Memory Was in a Mess

Hospital room, 1 a.m.

The woman in the bed opened her eyes. The room was dimly lit, and she stared at the ceiling for half a minute before struggling to sit up. As soon as she moved, she felt a sharp pain in her forehead and grimaced, gingerly touching the bandage. Carefully avoiding the wound, she got out of bed.

Slipping on her shoes