"Rosie!"I lifted my head off my flat hospital pillow and grinned when I saw Chris race into my room with a smile that would light up the sun.
"Rosie! You here! You ok!" he shouted, throwing his hands in the air. He started to launch himself towards me but was pulled back. Daddy had followed him into the room and held him while shaking his head and laughing at the same time.
"Chris, we talked about this, remember?" he asked.
Chris looked at me and his smile turned into a frown. "Rosie hurt. Has bandages."
I shifted to sit up and felt momma's soft hand at my back, helping me into place. She rose the head of the bed up to meet my back and stuffed another pillow behind me. Chris watched, his frown never leaving his face. I smiled and patted the bed next to me. "Come here, you. Sit down."
