She turned and pressed the call button by her bed.
A few moments later, a nurse knocked and came in. "Laura, do you need something?"
Laura glanced at the partially open door. "I want to change clothes but I can’t reach them. Can you close the door and hand them to me?"
The nurse nodded right away. "Sure thing."
She headed to the door, about to close it, when the bodyguard at the entrance shot her a look. The nurse quickly added, "Laura just wants to change her clothes."
The bodyguard didn’t say a word. The door closed softly behind her.
The nurse grabbed the neatly folded hospital gown from the sofa. "Laura, do you want help changing?" she offered, pulling the curtain around the bed.
Laura gave her a gentle smile. "Yes, please. Thank you."
The bodyguard waited outside for about five minutes. Eventually, the door swung open and the nurse came out. Through the little window in the door, they could see Laura lying in bed, already asleep.
...
A few days ago, Petty had terrible cramps. Hans insisted she take time off, refusing to let her work until her period ended and she looked healthy again.
Just before she left for work, Hans was half-reclining on the sofa, still recovering from his injuries. "If you can handle work, go in. If you can’t, just call in sick. Hear me?"
Hans had no idea she’d already resigned, and wasn’t actually working anymore. Taking days off was easy now. In about ten days, she’d be officially done.
"Alright, I get it," Petty called out as she pulled on her shoes. "You should look after yourself too. Didn’t Parrish tell you to go home and rest? Why are you crammed in this tiny place with me?"
Hans looked her over and frowned. The sweater she picked out had a low neckline. He pressed his lips together. "It’s chilly. Aren’t you a little underdressed?"
"It’s nearly twenty degrees out. What cold?"
Just as she reached the door, Hans called, "Wait, come back!"
Petty rolled her eyes, thinking he must be uncomfortable. His assistant was in the room, but she walked back anyway. "What now?"
She stopped in front of him.
"Fine, fine," Petty said, giving him the look of a mom doting on her kid. She headed to her room and changed into something more conservative.
Now fully covered, Hans looked her over and nodded. "Much better. I approve."
Petty backed her car out of the parking lot.
Her usual route was closed for construction, so she had to take a detour. The new road was narrow and lined with apartment buildings, so she took it slow.
Just as she was about to turn a corner, someone suddenly ran out from one of the buildings. Petty’s eyes widened and she slammed on the brakes.
She’d been going slow, but the person still bumped right into her car.
Petty jumped out, rushing over. "Are you okay?"
It was a woman, dressed in a hat and face mask. Petty knelt down to help her up, accidentally knocking the mask off as she did.
The woman slowly looked up and gave her a small smile. "Petty."

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