VIOLET SWAN

ITALIA.

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I’ve been in this place for a while now. It’s time they check how my fractures are healing—at least the pain is gone. People come and go; the space is small, not your typical public hospital. Now that I think about it, I haven’t been to a hospital since before leaving Portland.

“Miss Swan Violet,” I hear my name and look up. “Come this way. It’s your turn,” says the woman in a white uniform.

“Right away,” I reply, standing to follow her.

We walk to what appears to be her office.

“Go inside,” she opens the door with a kind gesture and nods for me to proceed. “Take a seat. The doctor will be here in a minute.”

“Thank you,” I say as she gives me a small smile and leaves me alone again.

I glance around and, out of habit, sit directly on the exam table in the corner. The room is so small my feet dangle, swinging back and forth in the air. My height doesn’t bother me, but I’ll admit I wish I were a little taller.