Oakleigh
As I came to, from my nap, I realized that the room is empty. The boys must have already gotten up. Despite having just come out of a coma, I attempt to stand up on my own. I shuffle towards the bedroom door and start down the hallway, but suddenly my head spins and I lose my balance, tumbling to the ground.
I'm frustrated that I couldn't make it to the living room, and I hear footsteps approaching. I recognize the sound of Carrington's gait.
"Why didn't you ask for help, Oaks? I would have gladly assisted," he says.
"I thought I could handle it," I replied, still a bit peeved.
"Hey gorgeous, you finally woke up yesterday after three long years in bed. Take it easy and give yourself some time to adjust," Carrington says with a playful tone.
"But I hate being idle," I prote
