C78 This is our better and worse
Cathleen's eyelids fluttered against the sterile white light that invaded her vision. Agony pulsed through her skull, a relentless drumbeat that seemed to echo off the walls of the hospital room. She tried to piece together the events that led to this moment but found only fragments in the void.
"Let me call your husband," the doctor's voice cut through the fog in her mind
