"-ling, sweetheart?"
Cynthia's trembling voice tugged at the corners of George's heart, it was accompanied by two trembling hands on either of his cheeks, and the whooshing sounds that filled his ears slowly but continuously subsided, clearing room for his cognitive awareness of his wife's one and only precious existence. When he opened his eyes, two lovely yet startled green ones were staring down at him, and when he noticed that she was on her knees next to him, he tried to quickly push himself up on his elbows.
That was not the best idea at the moment.
"The hell's wrong with me?" He murmured to himself when he felt too dizzy to lift his head up and was back into lying down in the strange position that he was placed in, his head was almost at the ground level but his feet were above that with a pillow supporting them.
"Hck!" Cynthia started crying out loud now.
