Adelaide
“Mrs. Fitzgerald."
My eyelids were so heavy, so incredibly thick. Yet I knew the voice. I concentrated on opening them. Slowly at first, I allowed just a slit of light. It was there, the world beyond my closed eyes. I blinked once and then twice.
Light blue walls. White trim. Monitors and beeps.
I blinked again.
“Praise the Lord! Mrs. Fitzgerald. You going to open those eyes today?"
My lids fluttered as she came into view. “J-Jane? Is that you?"
“Yes, yes! Ma'am, I'm here. I'm with you."
I let out a long breath and closed my eyes. So tired.
Jane was here? Why? This wasn't my home. I wasn't in my suite.
That reality had been made painfully clear each time I'd awakened over the last few hours, or was it days? Maybe it was weeks? When had time lost its meaning?
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