I was dreaming of Annie. Not Annie as a nurse, but Annie as a woman. I was holding her in my arms. It was so real, I could feel the solid weight of her pressed against me, I could feel her soft curves conforming to my body, smell the sweet herbal fragrance in her hair. She was smiling up at me with those chocolate brown eyes, and just as I leaned down to taste those lips, she pulled away. Her expression was serious.
“Get in the car, Kam.”
I blinked in surprise. I was on my feet. No wheelchair. I took one step, and then another, feeling the solid pavement beneath my shoes. She was walking around the hood of the vehicle, dragging her hand across the shiny black paint as she went. She grabbed the handle of the driver’s side door. I felt the fear bubbling up in my throat. “No, An
