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The next day, I woke up, still in a tremendous amount of pain. I was strapped to a hospital bed, with an IV drip going into my arm. My head was in a neck brace so I could look around the room. But I could smell Robert’s scent, so he was in the room with me. “Robert, where are you,” I called out. Almost immediately I heard footsteps, and then there he was leaning over me. He looked terrible, like he had been up all night. “I am here, baby. How are you feeling,” he asked. “I want to sit up,” I winced. “Doctor Brown is on her way to explain your injuries, but you can not move at all at the moment,” Robert explained. “Why what happened,” I inquired, just as the events of last night came flooding back. “Something exploded beneath you, and you were sent crashing into a tree,” he said,