118|Three Oaks—Part 4

When Marybeth came to, five sets of eyes gazed intently at her, and only one—a pair of brilliant green—was unfamiliar.

Their owner identified herself as Dr Stephanie Sawyer. She was a pretty woman of about thirty or so with a tall, slim physique and a luscious mane of brunette curls framing her longish face. But it was her warm, sincere smile that made Marybeth want to like her.

"I'm a psychiatrist," she explained as she peered at Marybeth. "Our resident doctor is attending to one of the patients. But trust me, you're in good hands."

Marybeth didn't know what to make of that. The last few times people told her to trust them, shit didn't end well for her.

"What happened?" she asked as she tilted her head slightly to check her surroundings. Disappointingly, she was still at Three Oaks, in Danica's room, and her ugly spat with her father wasn't a horrible dream after all.

"You fainted," said Dr Sawyer as she helped her up and propped two saggy pillows behind her.

"Oh, God!" Marybeth groa