#Chapter 157 - Mother's Home
Rachel POV
"Your mother is doing well considering," Art said.
"Considering what?" I asked.
My body was hot yet numb at the same time. I had a baby monitoring band wrapped around my waist to monitor my daughter, a pulse oximeter to monitor my oxygen and pulse, a blood pressure cuff for exactly that, and two IVs to make sure the hospital had access to my bloodstream as fast as possible "just in case."
Saying I felt out of sorts was putting it mildly.
"Considering the quack caring for her had kept her overmedicated for the last two decades," Art said, shrugging a shoulder, "I think they did all they could to keep her barely conscious to avoid her fighting for her freedom. According to Justice, she can't even speak."
I frowned, the muscles in my face moving as sluggishly as the rest of me, "According to Justice? You haven't seen her?"
