Daniel asked Lizzy as he entered the guest bedroom, where she lay in the bed. In the past three days since he’d brought her home from the hospital, he’d insisted she stay in bed as he waited on her hand and foot. “No thanks,” she said, a touch of irritability in her voice. “What I want is to get out of this bed.” He pulled up the chair next to her bed. “But, you know that Doc Lawrence said that the best medicine for you right now is bed rest.” “Yeah, but I think I might be getting bedsores,” she replied. Daniel laughed. “I don’t think you’re in any danger of that. You’ve been up and down quite a few times to sit with visitors.” Her features relaxed into a small smile. “Honestly, I’ve been so surprised by having so many people come by.” “People care, Lizzy. People here care about you.” He studied her face, pleased that the bruising on her cheek had turned the yellow of healing.
