Quiet As It's Kept by Monique Miller

Author:Monique Miller
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2011-05-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Will’s eyes fluttered open as he wondered why sunlight was pouring into his bedroom so brightly. He wondered what time it was and what day it was. The ceiling wasn’t familiar. Instead of seeing the ceiling fan from his bedroom, he saw a bright light above him. His head hurt and he tried to lift his hand to rub his forehead, but it felt as if something was holding it down.

He closed his eyes again, wondering why he had such a bad headache. The first and last time he’d had a headache this bad was when he was a freshman in college. He’d gone to a party off campus and had some alcohol for the first time. He’d always been the model son at home with his parents—always getting good grades, helping out around the house, volunteering in the community—but when he got to college he wanted to change his good-boy image. And he felt like drinking what had seemed like a keg of beer would help him do that.

Boy, had he been wrong. After the first few cups of beer, he ended up so drunk and dizzy that he couldn’t remember what else had happened that night. But the next morning he had felt so bad that he thought he was going to die. He’d even gone to the infirmary at school, hoping the doctors there could help him. He was too embarrassed to tell the doctor that he was getting over a drinking binge from the night before. His body felt so bad that he had even hoped that he would die so that he could be put out of his misery. But God had not been so kind to him. He’d had to endure the nausea, vomiting, and the throbbing headache.

As Will lay there trying to get out of bed, he didn’t have any nausea and didn’t feel like he had to vomit, but his head sure did hurt. He tried to sit up, but as he did his chest hurt also. He groaned and then heard Morgan.

“Oh, baby, are you okay?”

He opened his eyes again. He saw his wife leaning over him, blocking the bright light. Will wondered if he had overslept. Why else would Morgan be asking if he was okay?

He tried to speak, but when he tried to open his mouth he found that it hurt too. The only sound that came out was a raspy, “Hey.” He tried to wet his lips but his throat was dry.

Morgan placed her hand on his forehead and caressed it. “Don’t try to move, honey. Let me call the nurse.”

Listening to what she said, Will didn’t try to move anymore, feeling that this was good advice since every time he tried to move his body hurt. He couldn’t imagine what might happen if he tried to move his legs also.

“Yes, how can I help you?”

Will heard someone who sounded like she was on some sort of intercom. He was confused, and tried to answer. “Huh?”

“Shh, Will,” he heard Morgan say.

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