When I glance over, her gaze goes to the meal tray. I glance from it to her. “You want me to take this to Dr. Gray.” “No, I’d like it to fly up to him on pixie wings, but as you’re the only one here, I suppose you’ll have to do.” I fix on my most contrite look, lashes lowered. “Apologies, ma’am. I know I’m being a trial. My mind is still a wee bit fuzzy after my accident.” “Oh, is that how you’re going to play this?” She raises her voice to a falsetto. “I’m a wee bit fuzzy, ma’am. If I could just have an extra day or two to rest…”
