Chapter 89 Recovery

(Lydia)

My mouth felt as dry as sandpaper. Somewhere, a monitor was beeping intermittently. I could hear a man sobbing. It took me a second to realize that it was his voice.

“Oh, Lydia, honey,” he wept, “Why won’t you answer me?”

He continued to cry softly.

Memories came flashing back to me – of us crashing into the side of the hill. I did not know how long I had been here but it was comforting to know that he was here, waiting for me, when I woke up.

I opened my eyes slowly. I was looking up at a white ceiling and the lights on it swayed dizzily.

“Baby?” he gasped, walking up to me.

I turned my eyes towards him.

“Oh, thank God you’re awake!” he smiled and cupped my face in his hands. Tears streamed down his cheeks. I had never before seen a man so ecstatic.

“I’m sorry,” I quietly said, “Who are you?”

His face fell. He blinked, alarmed.

“What?” he gasped, “Don’t you remember me? Lydia, honey, it’s me – Thomas!”

I crinkled my brows. “Thomas, who?”

He was astonished.

Then, his shoulders