44~Hannah

"My head," I groaned.

I sat up slowly, unable to recognize where I was. I held my throbbing head with one palm, squinting as I tried to figure out where I was. It was so white, I thought I had made it to the great beyond.

"Where am I?" I asked aloud, hoping for an echo.

"Hey there..."

The familiar baritone made me snap my eyes around the place only to see Pastor Simon. Was he dead too?

"To answer your question, you're in the hospital."

"Oh," I mouthed, realizing I had thought a little too far. "How did I get here? How were you able to... uhm?" I didn't even know what to ask.

"To answer the questions plaguing your mind, I'll tell you this; I was heading out when I realized you left your scarf. I typically would have kept it until I saw you again but then I had a strong pull to give it to you. I drove to your hotel, called, you didn't pick up so I went in and asked of you. I eventually found my way to your room after several calls and that was when we found you unconscious. The rest the