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Colt 20
JANELLE POV
I scrunch my eyes as I try to ignore the pounding in my head. I don't want to wake up yet. I don't want to deal with what is going on in my life at all. I just want to stay here....in blissful darkness.
"Janelle, are you in pain," a male voice asks, and my eyes snap open to see who is speaking to me.
I immediately relax when I recognize the man speaking to me."Are you in pain? You were grimacing," Colt's grandfather says, and I sit up slowly.
"My head. I have a very intense migraine," I admit in a scratchy voice, and he nods before pressing the call button.
While we wait for the nurse, I fidget. I feel uncomfortable sitting here with a man I just met this morning...wait, is it the same day?
"Umm. How long was I out," I ask, flicking my eyes towards the relaxed-looking older man?
"Almost eight hour
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