He glanced at the clock on the table, and was shocked to see that it was early evening. They had both been asleep for nearly nine hours.
“OK, hold on. I’ll get you another painkiller.”
Mia clutched the bed sheets in her hands, and buried her face in the pillow, trying not to cry out. When Nick came back with the medicine, she almost wept with relief.
He sat her up, supporting her shoulders. “OK. Slowly, now.”
She closed her eyes as the water ran over her tongue and lips. “Thank you.”
Nick eased her back down to the bed and looked at her. She was obviously hurting a lot: her face was tight and pale and she was biting her lips. Her eyes were glazed and shiny with bewildered pain. He remembered his first head injury – many years ago now – and how he’d just stayed in bed for two days and
