I look at Harley who is holding my hands and shut my eyes as dizziness clouds me.
I feel terrible. I feel dizzy and I feel like throwing up.
“You passed out baby.” Harley says and I open my eyes weakly to look at him. It’s then that it hits me. I’m in a hospital bed.
“I feel terrible.” I say weakly and shut my eyes again.
“You are in good hands.” He kisses my knuckles and draws in a sharp intake of breath.
I open my eyes and look at the ceiling. I hate hospitals and can’t wait to be out of here.
“What’s wrong with me?” I just feel so weak.
“They are running some tests.” He caresses my collarbone. “You scared me. Don’t do that to me again baby.”
“I’m sorry.” I gulp and swallow heavily. My throat feels dry.
“It’s okay baby. You just need to get well and we will be out of here.”
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