Daphne’s eyes flashed open. She felt how someone was staring at her and she looked aside. It was a woman with short, ginger hair which she had seemed to cut herself.
Daphne let out a shriek and jumped back. “Get away from me! Freak!”
The woman’s eyes bulged as they glided over Daphne’s inducted body. She reached out her hand and touched the bandage, when Daphne waved her hand and slapped her.
The woman touched her cheek and shrieked. She raced to a corner and began to cry like a baby.
The door opened and two nurses came in. One was rather tall and robust while the other one could’ve stepped out of a commercial for toothpaste.
The robust one walked to Daphne, while the other walked to the crying woman. “Janice, why are we crying?”
Janice pointed at Daphne and then at her cheek.
The nurse at Daphne’s بستر put her fists in her waist. “Did آپ hit her? That’s a very bad thing to do”
Daphne shot her an angry glance. “I’m not a baby, stop waving your finger at me” she snapped. “Maybe she needs to be mothered, but not me”
The nurse at Janice gave the wailing woman a reproaching look. “What are آپ doing here, Janice? Your room is at the end of the hallway. Come on, get up, I’ll take آپ back there”
Janice scribbled up and shot one last, sad look at Daphne who looked back angry.