**** Smith Bridget P.O.V ****
I moaned in pain as I tossed on the bed or shall I say this comfy pillow I am laying on. The sharp pain subsided for a while and then it came back with full force. This time, I didn't just moan in pain, I groaned out loud.
The pain is so unbearable. I felt the comfy pillow move under me and that made me knit my eyebrows. Why is the pillow moving? Am I dreaming?
“Are you okay Sandra? Is something wrong? Are you having nightmares again?,” I heard this familiar soothing voice that made me realize that I wasn't sleeping on a pillow but rather on top of William.
I slowly opened my eyes and looked into his concerned eyes. His eyes are half-open indicating that he is half asleep. I pouted in and whimpered in pain,” I don't feel too good. My stomach hurts a lot.”
His eyes opened fully and he sat up, pulling her up with him. He stroked her hair and asked, “Where does it hurt? Do you need to use the toilet?”
