BROKEN WING / BROKEN CAGE

to speak but she forced herself to continue, "Think about it Karen, if we

Karen thought. Her eyes

erstand. The artists...that is...Jack and his boys keep coming around but...they know the situation. And...anyway...w

s still there, we can bounce back from this." Marcy cou

this. I have you as well, right? My right-hand lady?" she said smiling gently at Mar

e of words, Karen

ng choice of words," said a de

r seat, her eyes fell on the intrude

ust entered her room and her eyes widen

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or Grey, without blinking, his bro

d a soft, black knee-length jacket with many pockets and belt design definitions. He

ent some time outdoors. From his partly unbuttoned shirt, it was clear th

gain," he said, a small smile on his face.

xed on Karen and Mar

to this hospital," Taylor said, slowly, pronouncing each word clearly. His eye

ou do that?" Marcy

He replied, his gaze

now officially the unofficial spokesperson for Karen. Karen's eyes darted to Mar

arcy. His expression was difficult to read. He appeared

y it now...given your condition." He replied, his deep blue eye

n croaked, finally speak

refused my flowers,"

at him again

es

ng for this room?

es

eyes that stared steadily at Taylor. She had overheard his and h

en. Their eyes locke

ied, his voice dropp

turning her face back

t say any

for a few moments t

" Taylor said with a s

ow did you know?" M

me there when I checked in," he

placing a non-existent strand of hair behind her rig

u two sisters?" Taylor inquired,

ha ha, oh no, we're not sis

ndaged right arm, and then shifted his gaze back to Marcy. With an apologetic smile on his pr

held out his hand to Marcy and sa

ded, smiling shyly at Tay

t checking in briefly." He said, withd

final look at her before leaving and

t line, then he turned to Marcy with a small

re of your bills? Why?!!" Marcy chirped excitedly, takin

ed, her voice cold, eyes hard as stone

her thoughts. It was evening now, and Karen was tired, but

l the emotions running through her – anger, confusion, irritation –

own. Her livelihood at risk, and for what? Why? Thanks to some ri

n her chart, another win, in her favor. Now, not only had she miss

scream, but sh