I jumped when I felt a soft hand grasp my shoulder and squeeze gently, opening my eyes to find Amy standing over me.
"How you doin'?" Amy asked.
I sat up and wiped the sleep out of my eyes, glancing over at Rosie, who was curled in a fetal position on the hospital bed, unconscious. She was covered in a light hospital blanket that I had tucked under her prone form. The last four days had been a never-ending nightmare of fever, chills, seizures, screaming, and vomiting, with short reprieves in between when she passed out from the pain and exertion.
Dr. Grey moved with silent precision around Rosie's bed. She lifted the blanket off of her leg. "It looks much better," she said with a small smile. I glanced over and nodded in return. Dr. Grey had removed her cast on the second day but had br
