Here’s another installment in my unnamed paranormal romance. This occurs after the team, led by Calandra de’Medici, fails in its attempts to banish Dantalion, a duke of hell (demon).
Calandra awoke in a room in Torrey Hall, with tubes running from her left arm to a bag on a rack overhead. Her right arm was encased in plaster. The sign on the wall read “No Smoking,” but someone left a cigarette burn in the middle of the first “o.” A cart stood off to her left with a tray of food on top. Green gelatin peeked over the rim of a small plastic bowl. The sight of food made her ill, and a sudden ache crept across the front of her head, over the grogginess. She searched for the call button and pressed it.
A nurse walked in after an interminably long wait, and Calandra had to refrain from making a sarcastic remark.
“Good, you’re awake,” the nurse said. She wore purple scrubs decorated with airplanes, which made Calandra long for the days of white nurses’ uniforms with the starched caps.