Chapter 43: Finding Comfort in the Darkest Times

*Rosie Fay-Donovan*

My head was pounding as if someone was leading a construction inside of my skull. My chest was heavy and sore, making it hard for me to take a deep breath. There were wires attached to my arms and left hand, and a mask in my mouth and nose, preventing me from breathing properly.

I reached for the mask with my free hand and got it out of the way, taking in the air around me. I felt like sh*t. It took me a moment to understand where I was and what had happened to me, but the white walls and the hospital bed I was in were indications enough that I had been involved in an accident.

Flashes of the man in the black car chasing me popped into my head and I shivered, looking around to make sure he wasn’t anywhere near me.

But all I saw was Archie pacing in the corner of the room, walking from one side to the other with his arms crossed over his chest. His brows were creased and he had a devastating look on his face.