They might have been trained like her when they were teenagers, and she was no match for them now.
How could Collins Sr. possibly send two powerless young girls to take care of her closely?
Ella obediently took the medicine, and its effect was immediate, quickly relieving her pain.
Her face gradually regained its color, but her body was still weak, allowing the two nurses to help her back to bed.
The slightly older nurse kindly warned her, "Ms. Quinn, your doctor told you to rest well, and if you need anything, just call us. Don't try to move around on your own, it's not good for your recovery."
Ella coldly replied, "I got it. You can leave now."
With the two nurses gone, Ella was left alone in the room. The window was covered with a thin curtain, and the bright moonlight outside left her sleepless.
She started to become dependent on painkillers.
Some things had to be sped up and ended early.
...
The sky was turning the color of a fish belly.