SAGE’S POV
I felt a nagging ache in my neck that forced me to wake up. There was an oxygen mask on my face. I clutched it and removed it from my face. I rose slowly from the bed, my body slick as if I had been sponged. I looked around my surroundings. I was in my room, and the morning sunrays were bleeding into my room through the curtains.
"Argh!"
I groaned in pain. How long have I been in bed for? I climbed down from the bed and gazed at the sliced apple in a bowl on the center table. My feet were hurting as my bare feet touched the ground. I staggered toward the main door to
look for my son. I clutched the doorknob, trying to pull it open, when it became hard, like someone was holding it from the other end. I let go of the door and the person opened it. My jaw dropped to the ground
