I wake up with the warmth of the sun shining through the window. I open my eyes. The windows are already open and my head is resting on the pillow.

After a momentary knock on the door, it opens, revealing both Liam and a past middle-aged man in a white polo shirt. He has thick glasses and is carrying a small back bag.

“Good morning, Cassie,” he says, his voice warm and friendly. “I’m Doctor Davis. I heard from Liam that you had a minor accident yesterday?”

I sit up from the bed. “Minor accident,” I say, emphasizing the word ‘minor’ and looking over at Liam, who is not meeting...