The Forgettable Miss French (Shadowvale Book 3) by Kristen Painter

Author:Kristen Painter [Painter, Kristen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sugar Skull Books
Published: 2019-08-04T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Easy opened his eyes and saw two of everything. He blinked a few times, and the repeats started to fade. He was in his own bed. He felt like a pallet of bricks pressed him down, making it impossible for him to move, so he didn’t.

How had he gotten here?

It took a moment for his memory to return.

A dark forest. A red glow. Bugs. Drawn to him. Zapping him with electricity. He’d tried to shift, to run, but each sting had frozen him in place. The pain had been excruciating to the point that he’d passed out. Worse than being struck by lightning, because it had lasted longer. He winced at the memory.

But now he was here. In his own home. He had no recollection of how he’d gotten here. Had he been out there alone? A moment of hard thinking told him no, but he couldn’t recall the person he’d been with.

Whoever it was, they had to be who’d saved him. He owed them.

He lay there a moment longer, trying to shake the lethargy clinging to him.

The shades were closed, but there was no light coming through them, and it felt late. Probably why the one bedside lamp was on.

He tried to sit up, and the pain exploded through him, every nerve in his body going white hot with electric fire. He grunted, almost passing out again, and fell back to the mattress. He snarled at the bother of it all.

He didn’t have time for this. He had a book to write.

“Easy?” A voice called out to him, followed by a woman coming into his bedroom a few seconds later. “Hey, you’re awake.”

“Yes.” He frowned. “How long was I out?”

She looked at her watch. “Almost twelve hours. It’s nearly four a.m., but that’s pretty much what the ER nurse said would happen.”

“You took me to the ER?”

She nodded. “I did. I wasn’t sure what else to do. You were out cold. And I was worried. But the nurse said there wasn’t really anything they could do for lightning bug stings and just to bring you home and let you sleep it off. She did say you might have some double vision and that you’d be in a lot of pain. She said aspirin and fluids would help, plus hawthorn salve for the welts, which I went and got.”

“I do have a little double vision. And every inch of me hurts.” More pain than he’d had in a long time. Since the lightning strike.

She pointed toward the side of the bed. “The hawthorn salve is in that jar on the nightstand. I can help you with that if you want. But first, I’ll go get you some painkillers. Be right back.”

Before he could say another word, she was out the door. He saw the jar of salve, but hurt too much to attempt putting any on. He closed his eyes. The pain permeated every inch of him, but he felt himself drifting back to sleep.

“Here you go.”

He opened his eyes.

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