Michael opened his eyes to his congested room, his head pounding, and he reached to rub his temple when someone caught his movement.
“Sweetheart,” he heard his mother’s soft voice and his gaze met hers with concern. “How are you feeling?” Michael tried to sit up and she placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him. “Not now, dear, the doctor said you caught a cold and had a minor fracture on your waist. You still need some time to take care of yourself before you can stand up and continue with your previous actions.” Michael let out a deep sigh and nodded.
“How long have I been here?”
“Two days, you’ve been unconscious for two days,” Joseph replied, his eyes filled with concern for his son. “What happened, son? How did you end up on the floor?” Michael looked at him and remembered everythi
