I woke up in the worst pain of my life.
It felt like I had been run over by a truck and dragged a mile before being thrown over a cliff and dropped into the rocky sea below. And based on my current level of pain, I was being generous in my assessment. The thought alone of how badly I must have looked after my mile long drag had me cringing, and instantly regretting it. That microscopic motion caused a thousand daggers to stab my brain.
Clearly my body was protesting any further movement, so more sleep was in order. The idea of sleep was heavenly and instantly eased the throbbing in my head. Yeah, more sleep would do my body wonders. Looks be damned at this moment because I didn’t have a single ounce of strength left to fix the problem even if I could.
Settling back into my pillow, I squeezed my eyes tighter and tried to return to the blissful black void of sleep. Unfortunately it didn’t appear that the universe agreed with my plan. Loud beeping noises flittered around my head, causing the throbbing in my head to intensify. Try as I might, I couldn’t shut the sound out.
All I wanted to do was go back to sleep and pretend none of this ever happened. Was that too much to ask?
I opened my eyes carefully and again regretted it immediately. Shooting pain accompanied every move, no matter how minimal, but the assault of light had me begging for mercy. The feel of sandpaper had returned and my eyes protested once again at the forced action.
I blinked rapidly in hopes to dispel the gravel that was stuck in my eyes, and looked around.
Despite the millions of daggers stabbing me all over, I had been wrong in my assessment of how bad the situation was. The mile long drag had been the easy part. The worst part was that I was completely drawing a blank as to where the hell I was as I stared at the sterile white walls around me.
I heard muffled voices off to the left but my body wasn’t cooperating with me when I attempted to turn my head. Probably for the better considering how badly it was throbbing.
The conversation suddenly stopped and a fuzzy face swam into my view, but I was too disorientated and confused as it was to try to figure out who the hell the face belonged to. The mysterious figure said something, but all I could hear was the blurred sounds of a thousand loud bees buzzing around me ears.
I forced my eyes closed for a moment, took a deep breath and opened them wide. Luckily the blurred vision appeared to be clearing.
It was then that I got my first good view of where I was and I’m sorry to say Toto, this wasn’t Kansas. Considering the stark walls, the uncomfortable mattress I was sitting on, and the insistent beeps behind my head, I put two and two together and I realized I must be in the hospital.
“I have got to stop doing that,” I said weakly.
“So this is a regular thing for you then,” asked the fuzzy face standing above me.
The bees had thankfully turned down the volume so I was finally able to decipher what was being said, though I suspected one or two bees felt the need to rebel since the buzzing sound hadn’t completely gone.
I shook my head slowly and attempted to sit up with a groan, grabbing my head in an attempt to keep it from exploding. With help from a large warm hand planted firmly on my back, I finally succeeded and instantly wished I hadn’t. Though the dancing spots in front of my eyes had finally started to clear and my vision was a lot less cloudy, the throbbing in my head had intensified and my empty stomach knotted up.
Looking over slowly to my left, I was pretty certain I didn’t mask the look of shock on my face very well when I looked into the chocolate brown eyes of my new neighbor, Tall, Dark and Dangerously Sexy…err…Kade, I mean.
At that moment I couldn’t tell if it was the second hit on the head today that was making me light headed and dizzy or if it was the jolts of electricity currently running through my body thanks to the feel of his warm hand spread across my back.
“A regular thing? I try to avoid it at all costs if I can,” I responded in a gravelly voice, looking down at my arms and the IV’s currently attached. “Apparently just not when impossibly sexy men are around to witness my unbeatable talent of making an ass out of myself,” I grumbled under my breath.
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