I give Rick a brief nod, and tear my eyes back to the window. A sense of dread was beginning to cover my body. I knew whatever Rick was about to tell me was not good. Not good at all.

Rick walks over to my bed, and gently sits down on the edge. The metal clipboard in his hands lands on the bed, and sends a whisp of cool air down my back. I pull up the blankets around my chin to stop my body from shivering.

Seconds seem to pass, and the air in the room seems to tighten, and suffocating. My impatience is beginning to get the better of me, and I can't bear the silence anymore. It was killing me inside.

I had to know.

"Rick, what is going with me? Please, I don't want you to sugarcoat the truth. I want you to be honest, please." I beg, dreading the answer.

Fumbling, Rick picks up the clipboard, and flips through the pieces of paper. Without looking at me, he lets out a shaky breath, and stares at the wall. "Michelle, I am sure that last night events are a bit foggy, so I will tell you that you suffered a blow to the back of the head."

I smile ruefully, as my hand slowly traces the outline of the bandage on my head. "I figure that one out, Rick, especially since it feels like a ton bricks is pressing down on it."

My attempt at playfulness dies when I notice the serious look on Rick's face.

"Michelle, you hit your head on the edge of a chair at Towers, do you remember?"

I nod my head careful not to make the pain worse. "I vaguely remember stumbling backwards, and then falling to the ground, but that is the last thing that I can remember. The whole night is just one big jumble."

Rick gives me a nod, and flashes a weak smile in my direction. His eyes betray him though. I can see the pain swim around them. "You hit your head pretty hard because you were unconscious for over three hours, Michelle. We rushed you here to stop the bleeding and put stitches in. Still, you were in and out, the whole night. We finally had to give you a sleeping pill because you were so restless."

"You become incousable when Danny wasn't allowed in the room with you. Finally, Dr. Lowe let Danny stay with you because you were so hysterical and emotional. You calmed down as soon as Danny came in, and started to talk to you. Danny stayed with you until he made sure that you would be okay, and finally convince you to take the sleeping pill."

"I don't remember any of that." I say sheepishly

"That's understandable. You were pretty out of it the whole night. Still, you were awake enough to ask for Danny. Once we gave you the pain medication, you just started to babble about something, and Danny had been there to calm you down."

My head snaps up. A thousand thoughts are racing through my mind., Oh, God, what did I say? I had been so out of it that I could have said anything. "Wh..What did I say?" I ask hesitantly.

Rick pauses, and taps his fingers on the clipboard as he remembers. "You kept repeating one line over and over again."

"What? Rick, what did I say?" I say anxiously

"You said 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you.'"

My throat goes dry. This can't be happening, I think to myself, this can't be happening. My whole world was beginning to come crashing down again.

* Never to be wrong
Never to make promises that break
It's like singing in the wind
Or writing on the surface of a lake
And I wriggle like a fish caught on dry land
Struggle to avoid any help at hand

I sink like a stone that's been thrown in the ocean
My logic has drowned in a sea of emotion
Stop before you start
Be still my beating heart*


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