“How do you think I feel? I’m fine. I need to get out of here and Korgan is being Korgan. I should have been out of here two days ago. He said that he didn’t influence those doctors, but everyone does what he—”

“They tried to let you regain conscious,” Margaret interrupted, “but you were…agitated. They decided to give you another day.”

“Agitated?”

“Sasha,” she said quietly. “You were tossing and turning and calling to her. They were afraid you’d damage your shoulder again.” She sat down in the chair. “But Korgan said you’d hate to be kept under for any longer than they had to, or to be restrained. He said if they brought you out of it slowly, he’d stay with you through the night and make sure you didn’t hurt yourself.”

“He didn’t tell me that.” But she might have been aware that he was there, she realized suddenly. That presence in the darkness, that hand holding her own had been almost dreamlike. Not that she’d needed him there. She didn’t need anyone. “But that doesn’t make any difference. It just shows he’s still trying to control me…and Sasha. I can’t let him do that, Margaret.”

“Yes, you can,” she said gently. “Not entirely, but you’ve always been one to take what you need from every situation. And this time, because it’s Sasha, you’re feeling possessive and don’t want to let Korgan have his way. You know damn well you need him, and you should work it out and make it happen. He’s feeling so guilty that you only have to give a little and he won’t try to trample you.”

She shook her head doubtfully. “Maybe.”

“He’s worth an effort. He persuaded the hospital to let Juno stay with Jeanne in her room. Juno’s doing an amazing job with her. She’s not a therapy dog, but I think she’s doing as much as that therapist Korgan hired with all the letters after her name.”

“Of course you’d think that. It’s Juno.” Her smile faded. “How is Jeanne?”