Sixty-seven

Her head was hurting so she once again thought she was hallucinating. Even though she just heard his voice, she couldn't bring herself to believe he was looking at her and talking to her. He was in a coma, so how was he doing any of that?

“Are you okay?” he asked, startling her.

“Y—you. You're awake?”

“Surprised?” he asked with a smile.

“I am. The doctor said it would probably take at least a month before you woke up.” Her face twisted in horror as she said, “Oh no, don't tell me I was unconscious for a month!”

Tristan chuckled as he responded, “No, you weren't unconscious for a month, you were unconscious for a week.”

“A week?” Angela asked as her face paled in horror.

“Why? What happened?”

“According to the doctor, when you fell, you hit your head pretty bad and since you already had a brain injury, it triggered something. But do you feel okay now? Did you forget anything?”

She raked her brain, trying to figure out if she forgot anything, but she couldn't think of anything she mig