“THOMASYNA? THOMI, WAKE up! Can you hear me? Thomi!”
Now what? Her hand was clasped in the warmth of another, and someone was playing with her hair much as her mother would. But the voice wasn’t her mother’s. Wasn’t female at all, as a matter of fact. Wasn’t Dr. Wray’s either. Much too young and far too sweet a tone to be the gruff old doctor’s.
Slowly, she began to wake up and respond to it. Sapphire blue eyes smiled into emerald green ones. In a moment, amazed recognition lit the groggy green ones. “You’re still here?”
“I am! Do you feel any better?”
She considered it. “I’m . . . not sure. Maybe . . .” Becoming aware of another presence beside her, she turned her head. Traci patiently stood ready to carry out the rest of her duties. “Oh, what? Afraid to . . . wake me yourself?”
Trac
