The Enlightenment of Nina Findlay

A second shot of morphine was offered, but Nina wanted fiercely to remain aware, to make decisions and exert control. She wanted information but recoiled from some of it. The leg was snapped jaggedly between ankle and knee like an object, though she couldn’t look at it and was advised not to. She’d always thought of her bones as enmeshed, wrapped, integrated things. What had happened to her muscles, her veins? Was she at risk of bleeding to death? She vomited wit