"Four days? There is no way I was out for four days."
"Well, it's true, Brea," Abigail says with a reassuring tone and tries once more to fix the sheets. "Now, it is time to lay back and rest."
"Oh, come on, Abigail. I am sorry, but that is waaaaay too long for me to be out cold. Four days? I mean, come on? Nobody is unconscious that long without seeking medical help."
"Brea, maybe you should lay down..." Abigail offers softly.
In a panic, I scan the left and right sides of the room. I ask, "Wait a minute? Where the hell is my purse and... my-my... phone?"
"I set your purse in my closet, Brea," Aiden yells from the kitchen.
"Oh," my shoulders slump in relief. "okay." With the little strength that I have, I pull myself to the edge of the bed.
"Where are you going, Brea?" Abigai
