I awoke groggy, my head swimming, eyes unfocused.
“Nathan…” I mumbled. My eyes refused to stay open, my head lolling back and forth. “Nate!”
My breathing was hard. Where was he? I needed him.
“Shhh, I’m here, baby,” he called, his voice rough. I felt his hand on my cheek and then sighed, leaning into the warmth.
“Take me home,” I said weakly.
“What?”
“I want to go home.”
“Oh, Honeybear, soon.”
“Please.” Tears began to stream down my face. “I want to go home. Take me home.”
My eyes opened a tiny bit, and his brow was scrunched up, sadness etched in his features. He looked up at something, and a voice chimed in letting me know we were not alone.
“It’s the drugs,” Dr. Morgenson’s familiar voice said.
Dr. Morgenson had been in and out during my stay. We had mini sessions together. T
