“Can you hold this? Or would you rather I held it for you?” the nurse asked patiently, holding out the glass of water out to her. Sarah flexed her right wrist a bit and after concluding it felt relatively normal, she reached to collect the cup from the nurse
“It’s fine, I can hold it” she adjusted well on her bed and watched the nurse pick out some meds from the tray. She looked up to see the doctor looking at her, still smiling warmly, both his hands tucked into the lower pockets of his coat. The nurse handed the drugs to her and she swallowed then, drowning them with the water and returned the glass cup to the nurse, who accepted it and walked out of the room with the tray.
“Thank you.” she tried to wipe her mouth with the back of her wrist and realized that she had a tube of some sort attached to it. Oh, the accident. She tried to remember how the accident happened but couldn’t.
“What type of accident was it?” She turned her head towards the doctor as the first pang of headache hit. She instinctively placed her palm on her head.
His smile faded as he brought out his hands from his pocket and walked to her side. “ A car accident. You don’t remember?” he picked up the same card he scribbled on earlier and glanced through it. He dropped the card and looked at her, worry etching his features.