"Sorry, sweetie, it's standard practice. You arrive with lights, you go in on a bed," she countered, winking at me. I smiled weakly and Liam laughed, but it wasn't his usual laugh, it was tight and humourless.
We were wheeled into a little cubical and left on our own. "What happened, Angel?" Liam asked, bending over me and brushing his hand over the side of my face softly.
I shrugged and then winced as the movement made my head hurt again. "I don't know. I just felt a little dizzy, then I woke up to you in the ambulance," I explained. That was all I could remember.
"You scared the shit out of me. Don't ever do that to me again. Promise me," he instructed, making me giggle at just how serious he was. He wanted me to promise him that I'd never pass out again?
