SamWalking into his house, Sam felt his body start to relax. Finally, home. Spending his night in the hospital was not something he wanted to do. Easily passing every cognitive test, he simply waited for the doctor’s orders. And for him to say he could go home.
The pressure in his head was bad and getting worse with each breath, as though someone was tightening his head in a vice. The pain was so intense he would’ve welcomed unconsciousness, just for some relief. Stabbing pain shot through the left side of his head, forcing him to stop in his tracks and grab onto the wall for balance.
Trina gasped. “You okay, babe?” Her arm tightened around his waist. Apparently, she thought she was going to help hold him up if he took a tumble. He highly doubted that. She was tiny compared to his large
