Sometimes silence is stifling. For Arwen, the steady tones of the beeping machinery floating around her ears was far worse and far more painful than any noise she could have imagined. Scans were showing Deidre had a minor head injury, a couple of broken ribs, a bruised spleen and bumps and bruises all over. No life-threatening injuries to report.
She still hadn’t woken. Whatever dream she was having she was happy to remain in because the medications were dissipating in her system, but she was not surfacing.
She stroked her hand softly and then reached to brush a hair off her forehead, “Deidre, I’ve seen you like this one time too many. You need to wake up.”
Even as she said the words, her heart mocked her. As much as she wanted her to wake up and be okay, she was going to break the woma
