Authors: Emma Heatherington
Tags: #Contemporary Fiction, #Humor, #Contemporary Women, #Romantic Comedy, #Contemporary, #Romance, #Sagas, #New Adult & College, #Inspirational, #Women's Fiction, #Literature & Fiction
“D
a
–
”
sh
e
mumble
d
an
d
the
n
a
nois
e
cam
e
fro
m
beside
he
r
.
I
t
wa
s
a
voice
.
I
t
seeme
d
s
o
loud
.
Whereve
r
sh
e
was,
the
y
spok
e
ver
y
,
ver
y
loudl
y
an
d
i
t
wa
s
hurtin
g
he
r
head
.
She
coul
d
hea
r
th
e
beepin
g
sounds
,
th
e
tip-tappin
g
o
f
heel
s
o
n
a
floo
r
an
d
voices
!
Ther
e
wer
e
voice
s
everywhere
!
Th
e
yello
w
ligh
t
wa
s
slowl
y
fadin
g
and
th
e
outlin
e
of
a
familia
r
fac
e
cam
e
into
vie
w
.
Her
visio
n
wa
s
blurred
but
it
wa
s
an
outlin
e
that
sh
e
kne
w
lik
e
th
e
bac
k
o
f
her
hand
.
“
T
re
v
–
”
“Gina
!
I’
m
here
.
Y
ou’r
e
okay
!
Oh
,
than
k
yo
u
God!” Wh
y
wa
s
h
e
shouting
?
H
e
didn
’
t
nee
d
t
o
shout
!
“St-sto
p
.
.
.
”
A
t
last
!
Sh
e
coul
d
spea
k
bu
t
sh
e
didn
’
t
recognis
e
he
r
ow
n
voice
.
I
t
wa
s
hoars
e
an
d
dee
p
an
d
her throa
t
hur
t
whe
n
sh
e
spoke
.
Sh
e
coul
d
se
e
hi
m
no
w
.
He looke
d
awful
.
H
e
looke
d
a
s
i
f
h
e
hadn
’
t
slep
t
fo
r
weeks
.
“Gina
!
O
h
than
k
God
!
Nurse
!
Nurse!
”
H
e
wa
s
pressin
g
a
bel
l
franticall
y
an
d
h
e
wa
s
crying
lik
e
a
bab
y
.
T
revo
r
neve
r
cried
.
H
e
mad
e
othe
r
peopl
e
cr
y
,
bu
t
h
e
neve
r
she
d
a
tea
r
himself
.
Wha
t
th
e
hel
l
wa
s
going
on
?
“Wher
e
a
m
I?
”
sh
e
mumbled
.
“Danny
?
Wh–where
’
s
D
a
.
.
.
”
A
nurs
e
cam
e
rushin
g
ove
r
an
d
ben
t
ove
r
he
r
,
peering
anxiousl
y
a
t
he
r
face
,
the
n
glancin
g
awa
y
toward
s
some
monitors
.
Gina
’
s
hea
d
wa
s
throbbing
.
Everywher
e
wa
s
whit
e
and
sh
e
wa
s
col
d
an
d
wit
h
ever
y
wor
d
sh
e
spok
e
i
t
fel
t
lik
e
a
hamme
r
wa
s
hittin
g
he
r
wit
h
eac
h
an
d
ever
y
syllable
.
She
wa
s
freezin
g
cold
.
Sh
e
wante
d
t
o
ge
t
u
p
bu
t
i
t
hur
t
so muc
h
t
o
move
.
An
d
he
r
head
!
O
h
God
,
he
r
hea
d
hur
t
so, s
o
badl
y
.
“Gina
?
Ho
w
ar
e
yo
u
feeling?
”
aske
d
th
e
nurs
e
urgentl
y
.
Gin
a
shoo
k
he
r
head
,
unabl
e
t
o
speak
.
“D
o
yo
u
remembe
r
wha
t
happene
d
t
o
you
,
Gina?” aske
d
th
e
nurse
.
T
revo
r
wa
s
grippin
g
he
r
han
d
no
w
.
Sh
e
didn
’
t
want hi
m
t
o
hol
d
he
r
hand
.
Sh
e
wante
d
hi
m
t
o
le
t
go
.
H
e
was hurtin
g
he
r
.
T
revo
r
alway
s
hur
t
he
r
.
Sh
e
wante
d
hi
m
t
o
go awa
y
an
d
neve
r
com
e
back
.
“
W
e
though
t
w
e
ha
d
los
t
you,
”
h
e
said
.
“Pleas
e
don
’
t
leav
e
us
,
Gina!
”
“
W
ate
r
,
”
sh
e
sai
d
an
d
th
e
nurs
e
poure
d
a
glas
s
fro
m
a
ju
g
o
n
th
e
bedsid
e
table
.
Sh
e
hel
d
i
t
t
o
he
r
mout
h
bu
t
only allowe
d
he
r
t
o
tak
e
a
fe
w
sips
.
Th
e
wate
r
we
t
he
r
throat bu
t
i
t
fel
t
lik
e
sh
e
wa
s
swallowin
g
nails
.