Keeley woke up with a wicked headache and a parched throat. The light was so bright that she had to blink several times before squinting enough to look around the room.
An IV pole was on her right, attached to a drip on her hand. Her father snoozed in a chair to the left of the bed looking exceptionally exhausted.
What on earth happened? She was going home from school…and had a vague recollection about clowns and outer space.
"Dad?" she croaked.
She mustered enough strength to reach out and shake his knee while continuing to call his name.
Robert opened his eyes sleepily, regaining alertness the second he saw his daughter. "Keeley! Thank goodness you're awake. You've been out for two days."
Two whole days?! Did she get hit by a train or something? She was vaguely achey all over but it would probably hurt a lot worse if she were seriously injured.
"What happened to me?"
