“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Sabrina sang. Emma groaned as she opened her eyes and was assaulted by sunlight. Pain throbbed behind her eyes, and each movement brought on a new wave of nausea.
“Ugh, I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus,” Emma remarked.
“You look like it,” Sabrina teased. “Here, I’ve got you a nice greasy breakfast, a tall glass of water, and some Tylenol.”
“You’re an angel,” Emma said. She began by guzzling down the water and attacked her breakfast. Sabrina laughed.
“Hungry?”
“Starving,” Emma replied through mouthfuls of food. After she ate her food, and tossing back the medicine, she began to feel more like herself. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Sabrina smiled. After a few moments, her demeanor changed and she stiffened up a bit. She looked at Emma w
