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Misty complained, “My room has been like Grand Central Station all morning. People are acting like I’m a circus act or something. If one more person pokes their head in that door, I’m going to file a complaint with whoever runs this place.”
    â€œYou want to complain to the chief of staff?”
    â€œYeah, him.” Misty didn’t want to deal with any underlings; she wanted to take her complaint straight to the top.
    â€œThat won’t be possible; he’s an important man.”
    â€œAnd I’m an important woman,” Misty countered.
    â€œOf course you are; what I meant was, most of the employees have never even met him. I’m sorry that hospital staff is invading your privacy. I only told one person, but apparently she couldn’t keep the information to herself. I tried to be discreet, but I had to get permission from the nursing supervisor before Sharon was allowed to interview you.”
    Misty sucked her teeth in disgust. “I can’t wait to get discharged; I don’t like people staring at me like I’m some kind of a freak show.”
    â€œThe curiosity is going to increase when the story comes out on Friday,” Johanna warned.
    â€œI can’t deal with all these damn voyeurs who work in this hospital. Can you please put a Do Not Disturb sign on my door? I have a right to privacy, you know.”
    Johanna laughed. “This isn’t a hotel, so I can’t keep the staff out, but I can make sure that no one comes in here that isn’t supposed to.”
    â€œGreat. Can you take care of that, please?”
    â€œI sure can. By the way, I have some good news,” Johanna said, peering over her glasses at Misty.
    â€œOh, yeah? What’s the news?”
    Johanna clasped her hands together in delight and broke into a huge smile. “I got approved for the beach home you saw in your vision. I called Sharon, and told her to add that fact to the piece she’s writing about you. Even though the story focuses on the horrible assault that paralyzed you and injured your face, I’m sure you’re not only going to get inundated with donations for cosmetic surgery, but you’ll also get requests from people who want personal readings. Are you prepared for that?”
    â€œAs long as they’re willing to pay for my services, I’m more than prepared for it.”
    â€œSpeaking of payment, I have something for you.” Johanna opened a drawer of her med cart, and withdrew a sleek iPad. “It’s time to connect with the world again, and swiping the screen with a finger is much easier than trying to operate the keyboard on a laptop.”
    Aw, shit; it’s on, bitches, Misty thought to herself. Being paralyzed had robbed her of the will to live, but now she was ready to rebuild her life, piece by piece. She was eager to get the wheels in motion for an exciting new career, and having some use of her right hand, she’d be able to work with the iPad.
    â€œThanks, Johanna. I’ll cherish this,” Misty said, her mind racing with ideas. She’d pretended to Brick that she no longer craved the limelight, but that wasn’t true. She’d always been an attention whore and being disabled hadn’t changed that.
    â€œYou can find online support groups to help you learn to live with your disability,” Johanna said, offering an encouraging smile.
    â€œMmm-hmm. Good idea,” Misty mumbled distractedly as she tinkered with the iPad and then logged online. She checked out her old website and was relieved that no one had bothered to take it down. She could keep the name: Misty’s Place, but she needed to delete the nude photos of the guys who used to work for her and replace them with images of herself—past and present. Like the journalist had said, her facial deformity and paralysis would garner a lot of sympathy. Besides, she wasn’t going to be disfigured for long.
    Next, she checked