Everything still felt kind of fuzzy, like she was awake, but not really. Pain killers. That had to be what was making her feel funny, and fuzzy. Through the haze, she could register Rae rushing over to her beside and she laughed softly when she asked her if she was April. Of course she was herself, that hadn’t changed, had it? No. She had just been sleeping; she hadn’t morphed into someone else entirely.
Groggily she wondered just how long she had been out, because her cousin’s reaction was intense and worrisome. Almost like she had thought for awhile she was sitting at someone’s death bed. “I tried to wake up sooner,” she mumbled. “But I couldn’t reach the door.” Over and over she had gone for that door, and over and over she had been snapped back to that place on the grass, reading that short phrase over and over.
She offered Rae a tired smile in return, though her eyes held a hint of the spunk and life that made April, April. “You sound like Lucas,” she pointed out at Rae’s first answer to how long she had been unconscious.
Four days?
Had she really been that bad? She had heard the thoughts; the worried voices all scrambling together as she sat in her dream world. But she had thought those voices were a part of the dream. Should have known they weren’t.
“I think so,” she answered, again trying to raise herself up into a sitting position and whimpering when it still created the same painful result. “I heard you thinking I should wake up, that you missed me,” she began. “But I thought I was imagining it, like I was imagining everything else.” Because it had seemed so unreal to think that she could hear the people around her while she slept.
Huffing a sigh, April relented in her efforts to try and sit up. “I could hear the medics as well,” she paused. “T-they weren’t sure I was going to wake up.” Her blue eyes were wide and apologetic as she met Rae’s gaze. “I-I didn’t mean to worry you.”