Wounded Animals (Whistleblower Series Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
My head, my neck, my back, my legs. The adrenaline of the car crash had carried me through the evening, but that was gone. I was left with a broken and bruised body. Darren had told me to sit tight, that information would be arriving soon to let me know what to do next. As if I had any other choice than to sit tight. I was able to get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom to take some painkillers. Then a shower, which was an exercise in agony. Just touching a bar of soap to my chest made me yowl. When I opened the curtain, Kitty was sitting on the rug, looking up at me. “I’m okay, Kitty.” She dimmed her eyes and I slow-blinked back at her. She turned, brushed against the bathroom door, then tramped down the stairs, waiting to be fed. I obliged, then spent some time resting upstairs in Grace’s nursing glider. Once the painkiller kicked in, I was able to relax a bit, but I still moved like a turtle in molasses. I turned my head, and the world took a half-second to catch up. I was beginning to believe that no matter what I might do, this exercise was going to end in my death.
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