MILES:
The beeping of the machines hooked on me woke me up. How did I end up hooked to my ventilator and heart regulator? The slight clue presented itself as my weak eyes noticed the woman whose hair sprawled all over my hand and torso. She held my hand, and when I tried to remove it, she pulled, mumbled, and resumed snoring. I just mentally rolled my eyes and carefully freed myself.
I removed the mask from my face, unplugging everything connected to me. My hands fondled Meredith's hair, tracing strand after strand. I glimpsed and saw that my shirt was slightly unbuttoned. I wasn't mad. I continued to stroke her hair. There was no way that position was comfortable. Did she stay by my side all night long?
Sliding my body off the bed without waking her was a bit difficult. When I stood to
