Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
“They said you did fine,” she said, her voice dropping back into that quiet, practiced softness. “The doctor wants you to rest before we get the discharge papers.”
“I need to use the restroom,” I said, my voice sounding like gravel.
“I can call the nurse,” she said, her hand already reaching for the plastic remote on the cord.
“No, I can walk.”
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the cold floor biting into my bare soles. The dull ache in my groin was manageable, a localized throbbing that reminded me of the steel bracket I had lifted at the RiNo site. I pushed myself up, using the rolling tray table for support, and slowly edged past her into the hallway.
The air in the corridor was warmer, carrying the scent of institutional soup and floor cleaner.
I walked twenty paces down the tiled hallway toward the single restroom near the staff desk. Through the small frosted glass window of the restroom door, the view of the corridor was blurred, but the shapes were distinct enough.
