Lincoln's POV:
Lifting my head off the bed, I ignored the massive migraine and the weakness of my muscles.
Jesus Christ I felt like hell.
Pulling the blanket up onto my chest, the hinted scent of her filled my nose.
Last I remember she was telling me to stay with her.
God, she sounded horrified.
Sighing, I ran my hand over my face staring at the time. It was eight at night which meant that I slept an entire day away.
A nurse walked in with his eyes looking at me a bit surprised, "You're awake. How are you feeling?" He asked whispering.
I watched mom asleep in a chair in the corner, dad was beside her sleeping in the other chair, Grandma was snoring lightly in the chair behind them. But where is she? Where's Dayna?
"I'm okay. Have you seen a girl around eighteen, dark hair?" I aske
