Patrick.
Feeling the stiffness in his muscles, Patrick began stretching and flexing before opening up his eyes. He was sore and felt terrible. His mind felt hazy, which worried him. And though he found himself still in the hospital room, he didn’t find any comfort in the fact. There was an uneasy silence in the room.
“Hey,” Danielle’s light and calm voice said.
Patrick looked over and saw her giving him a gentle smile. She was sitting in a chair that was pulled up to the hospital bed. She was radiant as always. This brought him comfort and a peace he didn’t realize he’d been missing until he had seen her face.
“H-hey,” he coughed, regaining his ability to speak.
“How are you feeling?”
Taking in a deep breath, he let it out slowly. “Sore. Stiff? Weird.”
Danielle nodded. “That track
