My body ached all over. My lower body was wrapped tight. My hands were stiff and raw. I tried to move and a wave of pain hit me.
Jason sat in a chair, dishevelled, like he had slept there. When he saw me open my eyes, his eyes widened in concern.
“You’re awake,” he said, relief in his voice. “I haven’t left your side. Two days you were unconscious. What were you thinking jumping into a fire?”
“Get out,” I whispered.
He stared, stunned, then asked in an unsure voice, “What?”
“I said GET. OUT!” I yelled.
He looked like he wanted to say something but then changed his mind as he rose slowly and left the room.
I fumbled for my phone to see a series of missed calls and messages from Roy. I dialed his number immediately.
“Roy?” I said when he answered. My voice trembled. “I missed the flight. I need help. I’m hurt. Jane, she’s still in a coma. Come pick us up.”
“I just landed in New York. I was worried sick. Hold on. I’m coming.”
I hung up just as a doctor came in. “Good. Prepare to discharge me and my sister right now.”