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The next morning, Victoria ate her bacon and eggs breakfast, and then went online. She started searching for headaches and nosebleeds.

Hmm. It could just be allergies, or it might be a tumor, leukemia, or a bad heart. What the fuck? How the hell can it be so many things, and half of them aren’t any big deal? Maybe I am just getting too worried about this. Max did say she had it checked out before, but she didn’t say it was something like allergies. I don’t know. I guess I’ll let it be for now. I don’t want to piss her off by questioning her again.

A little while later, Nancy and her helpers came in, and Victoria went through her physical therapy routine again. She almost finished the second walk this time.

After they got back to the room, Victoria asked, “Does this hospital have a pool, or something like it that I could use to work my legs?”

Nancy shook her head no, saying, “I’m sorry, but we don’t. There is a clinic just south of Portland that has a full set-up for that kind of therapy, though. Would you be interested in it?”

“Maybe. Would I stay there overnights?”

“I’d definitely recommend it. You’re not really ready to go back to a normal house, yet. It might work out better for you. It would also be cheaper and would free this room up for other patients.”

Of course they’re worried about that. I guess it makes sense, though.

“Do you think they do good work there? I mean, would you personally recommend it?”

Nancy nodded yes immediately, saying, “They’re very good. I think it would do you some good.”

Then she grinned and said, “Their food is also a lot better than here.”

“Okay, can you get me their information? I’d like to check it out.”

Nancy nodded, saying, “I’ll be right back.”

Victoria only waited a few minutes until Nancy returned with some pamphlets. Victoria thanked her, and she left.

Victoria read through the material.

Hmm, it definitely looks nicer than here. It’s smaller and has lots of trees around. I wonder how their security is?

Victoria grabbed her phone, and dialed John Stambaugh. His secretary answered, “Stambaugh & Sharp, Attorneys at Law. How can I help you?”.

“Hello, this is Victoria Chase. Could I speak with John, please?”

“One moment, Ms. Chase.”

It pays to be really rich sometimes.

A few seconds later John answered, “Hello, Ms. Chase. How can I help you?”

“Hi, John. I’m thinking about moving to a rehab center south of Portland. I was hoping you could look into it for me.”

“I can have one of my people do that for you today.”

“Great! It’s called Rock Creek Rehab. It has swimming facilities, which I think will help a lot with my recovery. My physical therapist said they’re very good. I’d be staying there. I was hoping you could check into its security and if everything looks good, let me know and set up a transfer.”

“I can do that, Ms. Chase. I’m glad you’re already considering the security. If we do this, I’ll arrange things with the hospital so that the press won’t know you’ve left.”

“That’s a great idea.”

Victoria took a minute to give John the information on the center.

“Please let me know what you find out, and thanks.”

“Will do. You’re welcome, Ms. Chase.”

“Bye.”

Victoria hung up after he said goodbye.

I hope this place is legit. I’d love to get out of here. I’ll also be a lot closer to Max, so she won’t be spending so much time driving here. Damn, she must be so tired. She runs her shop and then comes all the way up here to visit me. If this doesn’t work out, I’m going to tell her to cut back to one or two times a week. I should have thought of this already. Why don’t I ever think of what I put other people through until it’s too damn late?

After lunch, Victoria called Kate.

“Hi, Kate. It’s Victoria.”

“Hello, Victoria. Is everything okay?”

“For me, yeah. I’m getting better every day.”

“That’s great! I hope everything works out well for you.”

“Thanks. Okay, I guess I’ll get to why I’m calling. Has Max ever talked to you about getting headaches and nosebleeds before?”

“Why? Did that happen to her?”

“Yes. Last night. She said she had it checked out a few years ago, but I’m really worried about her.”

Kate paused, and then answered, “She had this happen before. I won’t say any more than that, though. If you want to know more, you really need to talk to her about it. I’m sorry, but I can’t really say anything else about this.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, Kate. I guess it was pretty shitty of me to ask.”

“It’s alright. You’re worried. Just talk to her the next time you see her. I’m sure she’ll tell you more then.”

“Thanks, Kate. Sorry about that. Anyway, how’s your book doing?”

“Oh, it’s doing well. I am already working on a third draft. My publisher really likes it.”

“Wow, that’s great.”

“Yeah, the art is already done. Now I’m just changing how things are worded. I’ll make sure you get a copy. I think you’ll like it.”

“Thanks, Kate! I’d love that.”

They talked for another ten minutes about the books and a new hat that Kate bought from Courtney. Kate sent her a picture of her wearing it. It was a wool hat that kind of looked like a floppy baseball hat.

She looks really good! That hat really works for her.

Kate said, “I put a couple pictures of me wearing it up on my website, with links to Courtney’s site. She called me and said she’s getting hammered. I guess I need to stop advertising for her for a little bit.”

Victoria laughed, “Thanks! You’re really helping her out a lot. I’m sure she’s really happy about you’re helping like this.”

“Thanks! Well, I have to go. Have a good afternoon, and thanks for calling, Victoria. I’m praying for you!”

“Thanks, Kate. Bye.”

Victoria hung up the phone, and set it on her tray.

I really shouldn’t have tried to go behind Max’s back like that. I hope Kate doesn’t tell her. Fuck, I hope Max is okay.