What a stupid thing to have done. She knew it going in, and before she was fully conscious it was the first thought to drift through the fog. Stupid, selfish, and for nothing. She could have left Anthony without either parent. She still might have.
She curled her fingers. Those were still there at least. And her toes. But it felt like there was a dull, tearing pain in her chest. And a lingering searing pain in her muscles and joints.
She finally managed to get her eyes to flutter open, and she wasn't lying on some cold floor, but in a sterile white room. There was a familiar, steady beat, and she didn't have to turn her head to know she was in Happy's room. Her gaze was focused instead on the amber glow beneath her hospital gown. Another familiar sight.