Fluorescents pressed through a haze of grogginess as Tom Michaels surfaced under crisp hospital sheets. Shapes steadied. A warm, familiar face leaned into focus.“Good to have you back,” Dr. Kimberly Watkins said softly.He blinked, throat dry. “Kim?”“In the flesh,” she grinned.Tom tried to push himself up; pain bit and he sucked a breath. Kim adjusted pillows behind him, slow and careful.“Leslie?” he rasped, eyes searching.Kim nodded toward the corner. “Right here.”Leslie stirred awake in a terrible chair, blinked, then stood in a rush. “Tom?” She crossed the room, took his hand, and kissed him—soft, grateful, a tear sliding free. Kim eased back, giving them the moment.After a breath, she stepped in, clicked her penlight, lifted an eyelid. “Since you’re both awake, I’m going to be the fun police. How’re you feeling?”Tom grimaced. “Sore… What happened?”Kim sat on the edge of the bed, the question already pressing at her ribs. “Do you remember anything?”He rubbed his temples,
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