"Do you feel well enough to walk?" Janette asked.
Amica shrugged again. "'Spose so," she mumbled.
Janette stuck the bottle of salts in her back pocket then grabbed the glass. She helped the woman up and over to the bed to sit for a moment to prevent dizziness. While Amica rested, Janette poked her head into the bathroom to check on the janitor. "I'm taking her downstairs," she stated. "What happened in here stays between the two of us till I figure out what happened to her, got it?"
The janitor nodded dumbly. As soon as the nurses left, he quickly finished his cleaning and hurried out.
Janette made her way downstairs at a snail's pace, having to stop every few minutes for the other nurse to catch her breath or complain about her sore head.
They finally reached the room Janette had recently come from with Mia. "Take a seat," Janette said, pulling out a chair for Amica and then one for herself. She pulled out a sticky note from the dispenser on the desk and found a pen in a drawer to take notes.
"Amica, what can you remember?" She asked.
"I woke up, or something, and..." she trailed off.
"And?"
"And I heard a voice. Your voice."
"Yes, I was there when you awoke," Janette urged her to continue.
Amica shrugged lightly. "That's all. That's all I remember," she frowned.
Janette scribbled down a few things on the note. "Oh dear, I think you should see the doctor."