BROKEN WING / BROKEN CAGE

eks. Her head was no longer fully wrapped in a b

nd of the week and she had completed a few sessio

d to be a big payday. A lot had been riding on her, however, not only had she missed it, it was probably

ing the proceeds of that night's event. Not only that, but all her art

she heard some noise outside and her m

lor Grey in her room, she hadn't seen him again

, fruit baskets, snacks, and other treats, or simply asking how she was doing. Whe

fresh basket of lilies. Karen just stared at him as he walked i

. Though she was a gallery owner, she was still gaining attention and did not ha

was in was definitely not an ordinary private room. Her insurance would not be covering this and neith

r by top-notch doctors,

r mind would go back to Taylor and she

erly left, Karen pressed th

h anything?" the attending nurse a

vering slowly. Excessive talking or movement wore her out quickly and she wante

m?" she groaned s

ing at the flowers that filled

things as well," Karen asked, heaving slightly as she fought to get the wor

ing back heavily on the bed. But I think I have

ed in front of her, not speaking. Karen smiled

ted the bed for Karen and was hurrying out when Karen chimed, "Ple

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find a new visitor at her bedside. Marcy, her assistant at the gallery,

ak smile, thanks to the drugs and other mental exertions Karen was under, but

ing into tears. Karen blinked slowly at Marcy. "Hey," Karen

"If you hadn't been on the phone; i

and glanced down at her hands then back up at Karen. Karen's eyes were wide and cl

that day, we weren't able to hold it so...everything

scaped her lips. She knew Marcy would cancel it,

terrupt her, "The shows for the rest of the qu

ng. I just wanted to let you know that I've taken care of it all

dred percent, we'll get back on the job and everythi

her lips starting to quiver. She started to sp

ng, if we cancel, how will we make the money we

p my artists o

this ha