I tried to open my eyes, but it was difficult; I couldn't.
"Please get well soon, my love." In the background, I heard Henry's voice.
I tried to move my body, but it was useless.
I opened my eyes with some difficulty; the brightness still bothered me a lot. Henry was sitting in the chair next to the bed I was in, his head was on my legs, and one of his hands held mine.
I tried to move my hand or one of my fingers, but nothing happened. I felt something in my mouth that prevented me from speaking, my throat felt dry, I needed water, but no one came in and Henry didn't wake up.
I stayed with my eyes open, waiting for Henry to wake up or for someone to come in.
Someone opened the door, and to my joy, it was a nurse.
"Signora McNight?" (Mrs. McNight?) She spoke in Italian, and I couldn'
