Pain.
“… but we weren’t quick enough…”
Agony.
“… Marshall landed wrong…”
Torment.
“… started bleeding. He’s been unconscious…”
So much misery.
“… your husband’s chart?”
Why did I hurt sofucking much?
“… happened to my wife.”
Why was I being tortured?
What had I done to deserve this? Was I being punished for something?
Burning flames licked up my right arm, adding to my anguish, then…
Relief.
“He’ll be fine.”
Darkness swallowed me once more.
“… you have a mild concussion.”
“I figured as much.”
Daniel had been injured badly enough to get a concussion? What?
I felt my fingers twitch again.
“Marshall? Baby?”
I felt a gentle pressure against my jaw and cheek.
I tried to lean into his touch. I tried so damn hard.
He needed to know I could hear him.
But the darkness kept taking me.
“… was a twister, Hen. It flattened the house. Everything’s gone.”
What? Daniel’s house wasgone? Had the twister really been that bad?
“… will Blue once I tell…”
Who was Blue?
Please wake up, baby.
