6- There Is A Good Chance... (Book 3)

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“Your tooth is just fine,” the physician said after examining it, “You are feeling the pain due to the …” he paused for a moment, “the blow. I mean…”

“We understand doctor,” Rowan stepped in while standing there. He had provided me with a pink t-shirt and pink cotton funky pants.

“It’s Maria’s!” he explained when I had knitted my brows examining it.

“I am placing some painkillers along with a sleeping pill on your nightstand. You need to take rest, Mrs. Wright.” I wanted to wince at the surname, “For now you must go for soft food.”

The word food reminded me, I didn’t eat anything since morning. Whatever I ate at night was vomited out of my system.

I plopped back on the pillow when Rowan escorted the doctor out of the room.

The thought of popping in all those pills was making me sick. I always hated taking medicines. Dad was the one who used to put up with my grumbling and crankiness and help me swallow those pills.

A uniformed woman came inside with a small tray, we