After ensuring Lady Matilda was settled and comfortably attended to, Jessica let out a quiet breath, gently pulling the door shut behind her.
The hospital hallway felt unusually long, the fluorescent lights above casting a pale sheen over her weary frame. Her steps were soft, as she walked with a lingering heaviness. Today had been one hell of a day.
She glanced down at her arm, a dull throb radiating from the bruise that had begun to bloom beneath her skin. The impact from cushioning the old woman was catching up with her. She rolled her shoulder and winced slightly. I need to treat this, she told herself. If Davis sees it... he might lose it.
She could already picture his intense eyes narrowing in worry—or worse, frustration. He was observant. Hiding anything from him was nearly impossible.
Still, she didn't regret a thing. She'd acted on instinct, and she'd do it again.
