"Yes," you say, although you're flinching in pain.
"I'll be just fine, but you should continue investigating alone.
I'll go to my room and lie down for awhile. Come there if you find out
anything."
Reluctantly, Rosa nods and leaves. You push yourself up and start
walking, step by aching step, toward your room.
"Maria McConnell, what are you doing here!"
You blanch. It's Chelsea Perkins! Now what?
"Maria, are you OK?" Rosa yells.