4
Wake Me Up
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Ugh,” Clay groaned. He had a splitting headache, and everything felt fuzzy.
“Clay!” a girl cried. “You’re awake!”
He cringed at the volume before slowly cracking his eyes open. A gorgeous blonde was leaning over him.
“Hey, sexy,” he croaked.
The woman shot him an exasperated look. “Is that any way to talk to your future sister-in-law?”
“Sorry, Liz,” he ground out. “Wanna f**k?”
Liz laughed and shook her head, as if she’d expected nothing less. “Well, at least we know there’s no more damage done than what was already wrong with your head.”
Everything else slowly came into focus. The bright lights of the hospital room, the itchy blanket lying across his torso, the gentle thrum of the equipment surrounding him.
“What the f**k happened?”
Liz frowned.
