I woke to the sound of beeping. I opened my eyes before quickly closing them against the harsh light.
"Aspen?" I felt a hand on my leg. I slowly opened my eyes and looked right into Bryson's blue eyes.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, moving from the foot of the bed to stand beside my hand.
"Tired. Really tired. What happened?" I croaked out. I looked around the room, taking in everything from the white floors and walls to the machines against the wall. I looked down at the IV in my arm and the heart monitor that continued to beep.
"You-you fell, Aspen. You were so tired that your body just...forced you to sleep, I guess. You've been asleep for a few hours. If-if I hadn't been there... you would have hit your head on the floor," he says sadly, clutching my hand.
"Thank you, Bryson," I mumbled as I closed my eyes. I was about to fall asleep again when I thought of something he had said.
