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Pain.

“… but we weren’t quick enough…”

Agony.

“… Marshall landed wrong…”

Torment.

“… started bleeding. He’s been unconscious…”

So much misery.

“… your husband’s chart?”

Why did I hurt sofucking much?

“… happened to my wife.”

Why was I being tortured?

What had I done to deserve this? Was I being punished for something?

Burning flames licked up my right arm, adding to my anguish, then…

Relief.

“He’ll be fine.”

Darkness swallowed me once more.

“… you have a mild concussion.”

“I figured as much.”

Daniel had been injured badly enough to get a concussion? What?

I felt my fingers twitch again.

“Marshall? Baby?”

I felt a gentle pressure against my jaw and cheek.

I tried to lean into his touch. I tried so damn hard.

He needed to know I could hear him.

But the darkness kept taking me.

“… was a twister, Hen. It flattened the house. Everything’s gone.”

What? Daniel’s house wasgone? Had the twister really been that bad?

“… will Blue once I tell…”

Who was Blue?

Please wake up, baby.