When Sabrina woke, the first thing she noticed was the blinding white ceiling above her. The antiseptic smell lingered everywhere.

Joseph was seated nearby. The moment he saw her stir, he rose to his feet and crossed the room, his brisk strides purposeful. How are you feeling? Does it still hurt?

A little better, she murmured.

Her complexion was pale, her lips nearly devoid of color.

I had them warm up some porridge for you, Joseph said, ...