Lacey’s eyes slowly opened to a red-haired nurse hanging a clear bag of fluids. When the nurse noticed her, she smiled. “Hi Lacey, I didn’t mean to wake you. I was just hanging up your fluids.”
Lacey laid there recalling what led her to faint. Brett being shot. She had so many questions. Who shot him? Is he alive? Why was he in her house? But then she remembered the deal she made with his father. She couldn’t see him. It didn’t mean that she couldn’t worry about him.
“Your vitals look good. The doctor will come and see you to talk to you about your lab results. For now, you need to just rest.”
That was the last thing she wanted to do. She needed to know if he was okay. She nodded her head at the nurse. She sat up, reached for her white paper cup that was full of ice water, and took a
