"Now, now, let’s all not crowd the poor girl. Off you lot go, I’ll call you back in a minute or two." The woman who spoke pushed the group before her bed off to the side, her eyes and words brokering no argument or diversion. The woman was tall and matronly; all gussied up in a nurses uniform but wizened beyond the point of being anything other than an aged crone. Soon enough the Old Goat, Minerva, and the Crone remained, each of them once again staring at her with pointed eyes and downturned lips.