Her voice was hoarse and she cleared her throat. “Thirsty,” she murmured. “But I’m okay, I think. What about you?”
She blinked, trying to clear the cloudiness in her head. She slipped out of bed, crossing the few feet of floor between them and sitting on the edge of his bed. “It’s okay,” she said, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. “We can figure it all out.”
Her hand rested on the side of his neck as she desperately tries to soothe him. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. You were probably just numbed for some reason. Your legs are still here. It’s okay.”
“It’s okay,” she murmured again, brushing her fingers through his hair soothingly. “Okay? Everything’s okay.” He would know her well enough to detect the tenseness of her pose from worry, but she hid it fairly well.
She nodded, kissing his cheek. “At this point, I’m just relieved you’re alive. That car was coming so fast...”
She shook her head fiercely, her hand on the side of his face. “Don’t you dare apologize for this, Francis. That guy was driving like an insane person.”
