Melanie

When I wake up, I'm in the hospital. I can hear the machines pumping, and it looks like I'm either in the emergency room or a private room. It's been a long time since I've gone to the hospital because of my diabetes, and I'm unsure what happened today.

Glancing around the room, I spot Weston asleep in a chair that looks totally uncomfortable for his big body. I don't want to disturb him, but I also need to know what's happening. I try to speak through dry ...