The light danced on her skin, teasing her into a wakeful state, and Julie stirred.
She was in a comfy bed, unlike her own, and she wondered where she was. She opened her eyes slowly, half-expecting herself to be at some stranger’s house, wishing her whole ordeal with Mark had been nothing but a nightmare, only to find herself in a room that almost looked too clean to be real.
It was all in white.
And then she noticed the IV hanging on her arm, and it came back to her –the accident.
She grabbed hold of the buzzer and rang for the nurse.
She, herself, felt fine. But what about her friends? She needed to ask.
The nurse and the doctor both came running inside, obviously pleased to see her awake, but partly worried something was hurting her.
“Yes, Ms. Peterson?” The male nurse let
