Summer
“Do you want something to eat, I can ask Lily—”
“I am not hungry, Gabriel.” I interrupted him as he pulled the blanket over me and added, “And stop smothering me with the blankets, I’m not sleepy. I’m tired of being in the bed as it is.” And I was. Today had been five days since I woke up from the coma. For the first day the doctors had kept me in the hospital for observation purposes and then the following three days after Gabriel brought me home I had spent them in the bed, in our bedroom.
Lily and Rica were bad, fawning over me like mother hens. But Gabriel, he was the worst. When he was not force feeding me, he was always smothering me in blankets, and giving me looks like I would evaporate in front of his eyes. Sometimes I had seen him lost in his thoughts with a frown on hi
