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Hazel green eyes flash open, as Annaleigh stares around the hospital room she's in. Her head is spinning and she feels like she's going to be sick. There are machines all around her, monitoring her vitals and an IV in her arm.

A hand reaches up and touches her forehead, where she feels a bandage placed there. She winces at the touch, letting her arm fall down to her side. What happened to me?

Her mind is hazy and she's struggling to recall the nights events. Annaleigh clearly remembers stepping out of the bar after her shift. And then what? She's not sure.

"Is there anyone out there?" she croaks out.

“I made you something.” 

It wasn’t particularly pretty or well made, but it came from the heart. Harper had been slaving over the small cake most of her morning -- flour was still dusted across her cheek and a bit of egg in her hair where she couldn’t see it, but her smile was happy and proud. 

“You’ve been so hard at work I thought you deserved something sweet.”