Nettie woke, certain she was sleeping on the floor. Her arm throbbed, her head pounded, and the rest of her body ached, stretched out on some hard surface. "Miss Price? Can you open your eyes for me, please?" The cool, crisp voice was familiar, but it wasn't old Doc Rollins, the only physician she'd ever seen - and then not since she was a child.
Nettie managed to unstick her eyelashes. At first, everything was blurry. A large male shape loomed over her and she shrieked, automatically bringing her arm up to cover her face. At least she tried. Her left arm screamed in pain, and cold, while her right seemed limp as an overcooked noodle.
"It's all right, Nettie." A warm hand landed on her right shoulder. That voice, she knew - even in her dreams, which this had to be. She blinked and looked up to see Eli's big form take shape as her vision cleared. "Doctor Lexington has to take a look at your broken arm. It's going to hurt. Do you want some morphine?"