I stared numbly at the pure, white ceiling. I couldn't remember how long I'd been lying in the bed that Lucinda had started the blood transfusion in. People hovered over me, asking me if I was OK, asking me if I wanted food or drink. I wanted Shane.
I never replied to what anyone said, too busy going over every detail over the dream I’d had induced by Shane’s blood. I couldn’t decide if it was real or not. My non communicative state meant that everyone who popped in and out of the room talked about me like I wasn't aware of what they were saying.
"It's probably the blood transfusion, it can have negative effects sometimes, she'll be alright in a few days," Lucinda's sweet, melodic voice informed Jess. I ignored them, as I always did. There was one particular spot on the ceiling that I
