Chapter 64
The voice floating through blackness sounded distorted, and far too loud.
“John? Wake up, I need to talk to you.”
Who was trying to wake him, and why? He’d just laid his head on the pillow.
That pillow must have been made of stone to make his head pound so.
“John, come on. I’m bleeding. Dr. Hammond is going to take me to a clinic to check it out.”
That was Branwen.
Something about her demanded his attention, too fuzzy and slippery.
“What time is it?” John said, his voice rough and strained. He couldn’t open his eyes.
“Nearly ten. Dr. Hammond has seen Grandmother, but he needs to make sure everything is okay.”
She sounded upset, that much was real.
Real?
Wait, what had he and Hugh been talking about?
John didn’t think he’d had any dreams, but what was floating up to
