It took a while, but I finally convinced myself I’d been asleep long enough, and should wake up, and get back to doing whatever needed doing. I opened my eyes, and looked around.
I was in a bland looking room, with beige walls, a flat white ceiling, and a floor I couldn’t see. Because I was also in a bed, flat on my back. Without looking, I managed to figure out I had something stuck in my right arm, held in place by tape.
Deborah noticed I was awake, “Oh! Welcome back, sleepy head!”
I would have said something, but I hadn’t remembered how vocal chords worked at that point.
“Glad you’re back among the living.”
I managed to turn my head a bit to the left, toward her, and my eyes the rest of the way, so I could see her.
“Don’t worry about talking. I know.” I don’t think I ever mentioned how much I loved her smile. “Just like I knew you’d wake up when you were ready.”
Someone appeared next to her and shined this bright damn light in my eyes, and checked my pulse. “We were a bit concerned when you got here.”
That’s when I remembered how to say one word sentences. “What?”
“Do you remember any of what happened?” I realized Deborah was holding my hand. “Or have you blocked it out?”
“Boom…” That’s all I could say.
“Yeah. That sums it up.”
I pretended to smile, “OK?”
“I’m dinged up, a few bruises, and a concussion. But OK.” She held my hand a bit tighter. “You made sure you got in the way.” Her eyes looked nervous. “Was it worth it?”
“Yes.” It was time to try more than one word. “Keep you safe.”
It’s Week 73 of #SwiftFicFriday, hosted by Katheryn Avila. Hard to write when you’re running on empty. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #SwiftFicFriday. They are always fun to read. And there are some great writers who show up regularly.