Ashleigh wasn’t sure what she had expected to see when she arrived in Renee’s room.
They had told her at the nurse’s station that things had taken a rough turn. Renee was violent and resistant even in her sleep. She kicked and thrashed and yanked her own IVs out multiple times, even after being given heavy sedation.
The flowers Ashleigh had grabbed on the way to the hospital had been given to the nurses. They had told her that nothing could be brought into Renee’s room. In fact, Ashleigh was required to wear a special suit just to visit her.
Now she stood at the end of Renee’s bed, staring down at her friend. She looked like she was sleeping. It would have appeared peaceful if not for the restraints, IVs, bruises, and cuts covering Renee’s skin.
