Diana knew dreams happened when the subconscious was trying to make sense of something else in your life. But what?
So many questions and so few answers.
She again noticed the TV and her GGM colleague. “We wait for investigators from the National Transportation Safety Board.
Hopefully, they will sift through the many questions surrounding the mysterious crash and the even more mysterious whereabouts of John Herald and bring us answers. This is Prissy Jameson, GGM
Now News.”
Maggie pointed the remote at the TV. “Is there any more you want to watch?”
Diana said, “That’s enough.”
Maggie clicked off the TV and handed Diana the bottle of meds.
“The doctor said that when you wake up, to take one of these.”
The prescription on the bottle read: Normafon: muscle relaxant.
One capsule every eight hours.
“Now that my thoughts are coming back, I don’t feel that bad.”
“The doctor recommends that you take it easy for a couple of days.”
“Yeah, but there’s so much—”
“The world spins without you, Diana, remember that.”
“Okay, if I wound up here the way I did, then I need to take care of myself.” Diana rattled the bottle. “I promise.”
Maggie stood. “Now that I’ve seen you come to and that you look okay, I’ll be off.”
Diana extended her arms. “Maggie, thanks so much.”
Maggie slid onto the bed, and they hugged. Maggie held tight for a moment that bordered on uncomfortable. “I’m so glad that you’re all right. You gave me quite the scare.”
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