“I told you I didn't like this idea.” It was Damien's worried voice.
"You can piss yourself then.” Came Rhys' comeback.
Carla laid still on the floor, not daring to open her eyes in case she was thrown into another unrealistic real and unpleasant event.
“Wake up. I know you are awake.” It was clear he was talking to her but she had no energy left in her to face him again.
So it had been his idea after all.
"Carla? Babe?” Damein was by her sides in seconds, his hand rubbing her arms as he called her name.
Someone tsked and it was clearly Rhys, prompting her to open her eyes to the now familiar comfort of the white and yellow looking walls.
She searched for him and saw him standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes on hers.
"You went back to the period of the marriage.” He sta
