Damn!

Why do I feel like crap?

I stretch my stiff muscles as I snuggle closer to the duvet. My mind feels like numb. Wait? I am here? In the house?

I turn around, rummaging for Jerol with my hand, but the space is empty. I urge my eyes to open, and they substantiate the nothingness my hand felt. He is not here. I jerk myself up.

Well, he did an applaudable job in carrying me over here and changing me into my pyjamas. I didn't even know he would bring me home. I anticipated waking up curled up in his arms at the hospital where I fell asleep. He...