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she’d utilized all her other senses. Her time hadn’t been spent sitting doing nothing. She’d been training her body and brain to use the parts that did work. When she’d woken from the coma to find she couldn’t see, and that she was strapped down to a hospital bed, the only thing that kept her sane was the thought of the man with the deep rumbling voice. Her savior. She’d tried to call out to him, but her mouth had been wired shut due to both jaws being shattered. Panic had made her thrash around, setting off all kinds of alarms in the hospital room.
    Even now she was scared to move her mouth apart. The wires had only been removed from her jaws two days ago, but they’d reapplied the bandages immediately. Felicity hadn’t questioned the why, only wanted to know where the mysterious man was. The following days and weeks after the attack were a blur to her. She honestly couldn’t remember much, other than excruciating pain, and the loss of the man, until she’d woken up on the tropical island. Her mother said he’d made sure she was safe, but he’d not left a contact number, that he was a tourist on vacation. However, Felicity felt in her heart, her mother wasn’t telling the truth.
    “Good morning, Felicity. Are you ready to get the bandages off?” Dr. Watkins asked.
    “Ready as I’ll ever be, doc. I just hope my job is still waiting for me when I get home.”
    Felicia patted her knee. “Don’t worry about that silly old job, Fliss. You concentrate on getting better.”
    Her mother’s admonishment had her grinding her back teeth, causing her jaws to ache.
    “Don’t do that. You’ll hurt yourself.” The doctor touched her face.
    How he knew she was doing anything behind the bandages she had no idea. She was tired of being the only one unable to see herself.
    Every time they’d remove the dressings to do whatever needed done, her mother insisted she not look in the mirror. Felicity assumed the damage had been massive, and even though she’d never been a beauty, people never stopped and stared like she was a freak. Now, she feared that’s exactly what was going to happen, especially in the town they lived. Beverly Hills, the place where all the beautiful people lived, where plastic people were the norm.
    A sob caught in her throat. “Just take these off. I’ll deal with the ugly duckling.”
    She heard her mother make a choking noise. Dr. Watkins ignored them both, his capable hands began cutting away at the bandages. With each snip she swore her head was getting lighter.
    “Don’t forget to breathe, dear.” Felicia’s fingers worked to uncurl hers from the chair.
    “I take offense at the reference, Felicity. I think you will be pleased with my work. Honestly, it’s probably my best work, and that’s saying a lot.”
    Somewhat alarmed at his words, Felicity inhaled and exhaled deeply. The last of the bandages came off without fanfare, her hands came up automatically, feeling for the scars she knew would be there.
    “Now understand there will be some numbness where the incisions were, but they’re behind the hairline. You shouldn’t see any with your hair down. I believe the oral surgeon has told your mother, and you, that your jaws will not be completely healed for nine to twelve months, correct?” Dr. Watkins asked.
    Felicity nodded. She’d had too many doctor, nurses, and physical therapist visits in the last eight weeks to last a life time. They said she was lucky that the most painful part of her recovery had been while she was in a coma. Felicity remembered waking up a couple times to pain that made her wish for death. Her face felt foreign to her, along with her eyes. She no longer needed to wear glasses, which she’d worn since third grade.
    “Dr. Paililo told me what to expect, along with my daily exercises, weeks ago. I have been doing them under the eagle eye of my mother. Oh, and I’ve been brushing quite diligently I might add.” She smiled, feeling no pain as she did