>Mallory
I woke up with my whole body feeling heavy and groggy, like someone had poured sand into my veins.
My head throbbed dully, and the first thing I noticed was the cool weight of a wet towel resting on my forehead. A blanket was wrapped snugly around me, tucked carefully at the sides as if someone was trying to keep me from shivering. I blinked slowly, my eyes adjusting to the soft morning light leaking through the curtains. My clothes were different too—clean, loose, smelling faintly of detergent. It took me a few seconds to realize they weren't the ones I remembered wearing before I passed out.
And when realization finally hit me, I jolted upright so fast my vision spun.
Wait.
Who took care of me?
My feet swung down from the bed, my legs wobbling under my weight. I ignored it and pushed myself up anyway. A deep pinch of worry twisted inside my chest, tightening more and more with every breath.
No one was here to watch over my son while I was unconscious. No one.
