Lena Floyd immediately patted the back of his hand, her touch soothing, possessive.
"Oh, Barnaby, she just woke up. She probably hasn't gotten her bearings yet."
"Come on, let's step out and let Caroline rest."
The moment the words left her mouth, Lena grabbed Barnaby and pulled him out of the room without sparing me a single glance.
Under the blanket, my hands clenched into fists so tight my nails bit into my palms. A bone-deep chill seeped through me, flooding every limb.
I threw back the covers and got out of bed. Through the door, I could hear Barnaby talking to the doctor in the hallway.
"What's her condition? Why doesn't she recognize anyone? How long will this last?"
The doctor held my brain CT scan, his words careful, measured.
"Based on the test results, there's no medical reason for memory loss."
"That said, nothing in medicine is one hundred percent certain. There's a very small probability something like this could occur."
"As for how long it might last, I can't give you a definitive answer. It could be a day, a week, a month."
A calculating look settled over Barnaby's face. Then he took Lena by the arm and walked straight down the corridor without looking back.