Chapter 43 True Passion

• Abby
• The antiseptic smell of the hospital surrounds me, a cold, clinical scent that seems to hang in the air. I glance down at my arm, now wrapped in white gauze, the skin beneath it red and angry. The pain pulses with every heartbeat, but it’s a dull, manageable ache for now.
• “Abby, you should be heading home to rest,” the doctor’s firm voice breaks through my thoughts. He’s an older man, silver hair and a gentle, fatherly demeanor. “That burn needs time to heal, and you need time to recover.”