Miranda turned in her bed, her nightmare causing her to whimper.
And then smile.
Her eyes fluttered open for a second and there was Jimmy. She reached up to touch his face, but couldn’t quite reach. He moved back from Miranda, his grin never leaving, his gaze never leaving hers. Even though he was partially obscured by the IV and the pole from which it hung, Miranda could see he held up two fingers.
She smiled again and went back to sleep.
