Everly woke up, greeted by the same ceiling she'd seen yesterday. She rubbed her eyes and wiped the drool from her mouth with the back of her hand before finally sitting up. Her hand instinctively reached for her glasses beside the pillow and put them on.
While yawning, she glanced at the sofa where the same giant cocoon from yesterday lay. Suddenly, she felt a twinge of guilt for Alan. For the past two days, he'd had to sleep on that hospital couch, even though the patient—her—was as healthy as a freaking ox. She could probably arm-wrestle a grizzly bear and come out victorious!
