New Beginning 775

Lydia exhaled sharply through her nose as she dropped the pencil for the third time. At least she'd had the sense to pull the sheet up over the arm of the hospital bed so the things she dropped couldn't roll to the floor. But between the pain and the medicine and the tiredness that came from not sleeping well because people kept interrupting to make sure her muddled old body hadn't embarked on any new forms of malfeasance it was hard to keep track of where her own hands were, let alone six co...