The nurse smiled down at her. “You just need to stay in bed for a couple of days and let your body get over this trauma.”She nodded and curled up under the sheets. She really hated hospitals. Although this was a nicer one than most. “I could go home and sleep.”“Maybe. Waiting on the rest of those X-rays first. If the doctor is good with them, then you can. But you have to rest. No more racing around the countryside.”“My racing days are done,” she whispered, yawning.“Good. Sleep a bit. When you wake up the doctor will be here.”She barely heard the rest of the nurse’s statement as the warmth and coziness of being curled up in bed, all the nastiness of the last few days over and the stress of the presentation and demonstration gone, finally allowed her to relax.Destress. Not that she knew what that was. Still, she needed downtime in a big way. Talk about surviving a week of hell.Mason had helped her off the stage, and she was ashamed to admit she’d all but collapsed on him afterwards.
