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wouldn’t have been driving.”
    Baron
shook his head. “No. This was not your fault. Don’t blame yourself, but the ass
that ran the red light. And I’d hate to think what would have happened if you
had been driving wasted.”
    “The
cops came to the hospital and I spoke to them earlier. They told me the man was
drunk, didn’t have a scratch on him. They took him off to jail. So you’re
right.”
    A
doctor entered the room, cutting off their conversation, and introduced himself
to Baron as Doctor Kilgore.
    “Do
you have any more news for us, Doctor?” Baron asked.
    “The
good news is there’s no sign of hemorrhaging. Her brain may be traumatized,
which is why she’s unable to respond while it reorganizes itself. It’s a
protection mechanism as a result of the blow to her head, but from the EEG we
ran, the brain-wave patterns don’t show any alarming abnormalities. She should
waken at anytime, but we’ll keep monitoring the situation. And if she doesn’t
come to on her own by morning, then we’ll do a CT scan and, depending on those
results, take it from there. But right now we treat this one day at a time.”
    “And
when she wakes up, will she be all right?” Baron asked.
    “That’s
hard to say. It depends on how long she’s in the coma, but I’ll know more by
morning and we’ll talk again then.”
    “Thank
you, Doctor,” Baron said. Tony echoed his sentiments.
    After
the doctor left, Baron sat in the chair again but glanced over at Tony. “You look
like shit, man.”
    Tony
laughed without mirth. “You’re talking to your mirror.”
    “Go
home. I’ll stay the night with her.”
    His
pal shook his head. “No way. I’m staying to watch over you both.”
     
     
     
     
    Chapter
Eight
     
    “Oh,
my head.”
    “Hey,
there. Take it easy.”
    She
opened her eyes and stared into the blazing green ones she’d remembered seeing
in a dream. She blinked. She let her gaze roam over the rest of his face. He
seemed familiar. His mouth opened and closed but he wasn’t saying anything. Who
was he? He was gorgeous and she knew him. She shut her eyes and shook her head,
trying to clear the cloud around her brain. She opened her eyes again and
looked around not recognizing the room, but its sterile appearance and the fact
she was in a hospital bed clued her in.
    “What…
What happened?”
    Her
ears seemed stuffy like she was sick. She felt weak but this wasn’t a cold. She
was staring directly at the man in the room and saw his mouth moving, but she
couldn’t hear a word he was saying. Was he even speaking?
    “I’m
sorry, but what did you say?” She raised her hands and placed her palms over
her ears. She couldn’t hear herself.
    He
took her hand and squeezed it. She squeezed back, smiling at him. He returned
her grin and leaned closer. Again his mouth moved, but again she didn’t hear a
word he said.
    “What’s
going on? I see your mouth moving, but you aren’t saying anything. Can you hear
me?” Fear crept up her spine, especially when she saw his eyebrows rise like he
was surprised. He released her hand and straightened. He held up one finger,
then he said something else and left the room.
    She
tried sitting up, but her body had other ideas, and her head fell back to the
pillow. What was going on? Why was she there? Who was that guy? She racked her
brain. He seemed familiar, like she should know him. She had a vague
recollection of his face just before she passed out. An accident. They were in
some sort of accident and he saved her life. But who was he? And…who was she? Who was she?
    Just
as she was about to panic, the man came back with a nurse and another man in a
white lab coat. Hopefully they could clear all of this up.
    She
saw the doctor’s mouth moving and shook her head. She heard nothing he said.
Her breath began to come faster. “I…I can’t hear you. Why can’t I hear you?
Shouldn’t I be able to hear? I can’t even hear me.”
    The
doctor turned to the nurse. The