Free Shattered: A Psychic Visions Novel by Dale Mayer Page A

longer.”
    “We’re heading to Maddy’s Floor,” Trevor said from the doorway.
    The doctor looked up in pleased surprise. “Really? In that case…” he carefully re-bandaged the leg for traveling. “I expect she’ll be as right as rain tomorrow. Lucky woman.”
    He patted her on her shoulder, made a few notes on his tablet, and headed to the doorway. “Take care of yourself. As you married this guy, and we work together, I’m sure I’ll see you around.”
    And with that he slapped Trevor on the shoulder and walked out.
    He plunked a plastic bag down on her bed. As she opened it and pulled out the jeans, t-shirts and other clothes, she looked mystified.
    “These aren’t mine?” She held up the last item, a warm cardigan in rusty brown colors. “But they are beautiful.”
    “They are yours.” Trevor grinned at her look of surprise. “Mina shopped for you. A wedding gift from her and Stefan. I’m hoping everything fits.”
    “Wow, that’s so nice of them. She has great taste.” She looked at the pile then down at her hospital gown. “I guess the clothes I came with are not salvageable?”
    “They are already in the garbage,” Trevor assured her. “Never to be worn again.”
    She shooed him away. “We might be married but I’ll be getting dressed on my own.”
    “Except for one thing,” he said gently. “You’re injured.”
    She frowned and assessed her injuries mentally. “I’ll try first. If I need help, then I’ll call you.”
    *
    He had no plans to leave. But she was nervous of him and this wasn’t the time to push it.
    “Fine, however, I’ll stay here just in case.” He pivoted, turned his back on her and waited. He could hear the bedding being thrown back and the tiny smack as she slid off the bed and her feet hit the floor. The clothing rustled.
    He waited. And waited. Then frowned. He couldn’t hear much. “How do they fit?”
    “Take a look.”
    He turned. She held out her arms. “Well?”
    Except for the sheen to her forehead from the effort of getting dressed on her own, she looked fantastic. And then there was the dried blood in her hair.
    “The clothes look great,” he admitted. She was slight and relatively average in height yet the clothes were a perfect fit and made her look special. Then he’d known they would. He’d given Mina the sizes. She’d been an injured waif to him so far, but in those clothes she was all woman.
    He grinned as bare toes peeked out from under the edge of the jeans.
    “Sorry, there was a pair of something in there, but they didn’t look like shoes to me. More a slipper.”
    He walked to the bags and sure enough found what he was looking for in the second bag tucked inside the big one. He stared at them doubtfully. “I don’t know what they are meant to be, but you can’t walk in them outside.”
    She laughed and snatched one out of his hand, and using his arm for support, she slipped it on. Stretching her leg forward she admired the ballet flat on her foot. Then put the second one on. “They are perfect,” she cried out happily.
    “They offer less protection than socks,” he argued. “At least socks cover your foot.”
    “They are how they are meant to be.” She reached up to brush her hair back and winced. “Right. Didn’t get a shower so still very grungy despite the prettier exterior.”
    “I don’t know if that will be allowed right away on Maddy’s Floor,” he said. “But let’s get you away from here and find out.”
    He motioned to the wheelchair. “Hop in.”
    “I can walk,” she protested.
    “You might be able to, but the more you can stay off those legs, the better and the faster you will heal.” Into the face of his logic, she took a seat and he wheeled her out into the hallway. There he stopped and assessed the people, the level of danger.
    “Problems?” she asked in a hushed whisper.
    “No.” At least not at the moment. He turned left and took her down to the parking level below.
    *
    They could run.