I try to open my eyes, but I can't. It's difficult.
"My love, please get better soon," I hear Henry's voice from deep within.
I try to move my body, but it's useless; I can't.
I open my eyes with some difficulty. The brightness still bothers me, a lot. Henry is sitting in the chair next to the bed I'm lying in, his head resting on my legs, and one of his hands is holding mine.
I try to move my hand, or even one of my fingers. Nothing. I try again—one, two, three, four times—and nothing. I feel something in my mouth, but I can't speak. My throat feels dry; I need water, but no one comes in, and Henry doesn't wake up.
I lie there with my eyes open, hoping Henry will wake up or that someone will come in.
Someone opens the door, and to my relief, it's a nurse.
"Miss McNight?" she says i
