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Ouch.
Yes. Definitely an ouch.
And an ow.
“It’s about time you woke up,” a feminine voice said. “It’s nearly dinnertime.”
I cracked my eyes open. Oh, no. Not the hospital again.
Brett?
I pushed up to find him, only to crash down again. “Ow!”
Brandy chuckled. “Stop moving around and you won’t hurt so much.”
“Where’s Brett?” I asked.
“Next to you,” she said, pulling the curtain back so I could see.
He was lying on his stomach in a separate bed. Beeping gizmos and tubes were everywhere.
“He’ll be fine,” she said.
“He doesn’t like to sleep on his stomach,” I said.
“It’s only until his back heals, which shouldn’t take long.”
I watched him for a moment. “I’m shocked they put him in here with me, but I’m very happy they did.”
“You can thank Mrs. Janowski for that. She twisted a
