The medication Dr. Holloway gave her helped a lot with the pain, but by the time Bree got home to Nashville, her fingers were beginning to throb again. The bus took them back to the recording studio. Trent had to help her down the steps as the pain was starting to make her light headed.
Zelda and several others were there to greet them “How are you dear?” her manager asked, not touching her, but coming close. “Are you okay?”
“I am,” she said, “but I think I need to get to the hospital.”
“Yes, of course. We just wanted to make sure you know we love you and are here to support you.”
“I appreciate that so much,” Bree said with tears in her eyes as Trent steered her through the small crowd toward his truck so he could take her to the hospital. She knew that he would get her to Dr. Rook as soon as he could so that the pain could be alleviated, and she could have the surgery Dr. Holloway had recommended.
