Gina woke up in a hospital bed, her entire body one big ache. But she forgot about that when she turned her head to the side and saw Kirk in the bed next to hers. He was already awake, his eyes shining into hers.
“What happened?” she croaked. Her hand went to her throat. Had her vocal cords been injured or was she just thirsty?
With one hand, he pushed a dinner tray on wheels toward her. It held a glass of water covered with plastic wrap. “You got knocked out when Timothy fell on top of you, but they say you’ll be fine. You woke up for a bit in the ambulance, but they gave you a sedative and you’ve been sleeping since then. You also have a sprained ankle.”
Gina vaguely remembered a moving vehicle, an oxygen mask, a busy paramedic. She took a sip of water, which felt like heaven on her d
