~ Abi ~
“Mrs. Green! Wake up, Abi!”
“Thank God she didn’t fall down the stairs…”
“Get Dr. Trevelyan on the phone. Abi!”
Someone’s shaking me, tapping my face. I’m limp again, and the effort to push them away is weak. “Benches and cake,” I mumble.
“Open your eyes, Mrs. Green.” That’s Taylor. Definitely Taylor.
I squint, opening one eye cautiously, and then the other. Taylor’s face is creased with worry.
“Welcome back, Mrs. Green.”
I blink for a moment, trying to get my bearings. “I did it again, didn’t I?”
He nods. “Gail is getting your mother-in-law on the phone. How do you feel?”
I run through the usual checklist. Fingers and toes, check. Eyesight and hearing clear, check. Memory, yep… still missing. Head, doesn’t hurt. More questions now, double-check. “Same as the other tim
