The room she was in was an off white, and as she turned her head to the right, she saw green curtains on the window. Blinking as she got used to the light, she turned to the sound of the yelling. Gordon stood towering over a man in a white lab coat. “Why the hell isn’t she awake yet? If you tell me she should wake soon, I swear, there won’t even be a hospital in the middle of nowhere who’ll take you.” Ah, she was in the hospital. That made sense since the last thing she remembered was feeling dizzy. “Gordon,” she croaked. Clearing her dry throat, she tried again. “Gordon. Gordon, stop intimating the doctor.” His whole body froze, and he spun around and bolted to her side. “Sprite, you’re awake.” He leaned over and kissed both her cheeks before brushing his lips over hers. “How are you feeling?” “Like crap.” Lifting her arm that felt like lead, she stroked his cheek.
