When I opened my eyes, the familiar color of the hospital greeted me. I frowned and roamed my eyes and saw Wyatt sitting and stooping, probably asleep. He was folded and his tux was hunged on the seat next to him.

We were in a room and there were apparatus next to the bed but that didn’t connect to me because I just slept and I wasn’t in pain. When I remembered daddy I quickly rolled over and that created a noise in bed so Wyatt woke up as well.

"Bernice," he called and stood up while rubbing his eyes with one hand.

I ignored him and went straight out...