Dermot's pov
I opened my eyes, starting shockingly when I find myself looking at the white ceiling. The environment I was in was white and it was blinding. I winced, shutting my eyes when it hurt.
"Close the blinds, I think she is awake." The blinds were closed and I felt relieved.
I tried to get up but I was held back by something on my arm, I took a look at it and was surprised to see the IV attached to my arm.
"What happened? Why am I here?" I ask the doctor.
"Your husband brought you here after you passed out." The doctor replied offhandedly. Flipping through his charge like he didn't just drop a bomb.
" I passed out?" I asked frowning.
"Yes, yes you did." He answered.
"I didn't, I was just lying on the couch" I argued.
He made a sound but didn't say anything else.
"I am fine," I said, trying to pull the IV attached to my arm.
"I think you should keep that on." The doctor advised, placing his hand on my arm.
