CHAPTER 63
Laura fell asleep shortly after she was out of her coma and the doctor said it was completely normal.
The antiseptic scent of the hospital room was sharp in Laura’s nostrils as she slowly awoke. Her head throbbed with a dull, persistent pain, and she blinked against the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. Everything seemed slightly out of focus, like a fogged-up window. She could hear the soft beeping of a heart monitor and the faint sounds of footsteps in the hallway. As her senses began to settle, Laura tried to lift her head, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her back onto the pillow.
A man in a white coat was standing by her bedside, his expression serious but kind. “Good morning, Laura,” he said softly. “You’re at St. Luke’s Hospital. You were in an acciden
