Page 1 of Cluelessly Yours

Tuesday, May 31st

Sammy

“It’s been two days. When is she going to wake up?Isshe going to wake up? I don’t—”

“Brooke, baby, take a breath. Don’t get yourself worked up.”

“Take a breath, Chase? How am I supposed to take a breath when my sister is—”

“Shh, baby. I know.”

I can hear my sister. And her fiancé. I want to go to them. Ineedto go to them. But murky water surrounds me. It mutes the light and feels thick like swampy sludge against my skin. I struggle against it, but my fight is futile, and I drift deeper and deeper beneath the surface, despite my sister’s crying.

“I know this is hard, but you have to give her time. Her body and her brain need to rest.”

“But for how long? I need to see her eyes. I can’t have this baby without her. I need… God, Chase, I needher.”

Soft sobs echo around me, and my head swims with a throbbing vibration.

“The impact she took was significant, and honestly, she’s lucky her injuries aren’tworse than they are. We have to be patient.”A third voice sounds familiar, but I can’t seem to place it right now. I can’t make sense of anything, really.

“But what about him?”

There’s a pause of some sort. It’s weighted, but my thoughts are too sloppy to understand why or how.

“As you know…his injuries are a little more severe. Now, we’re just watching and waiting.”

“Can’t you at least put them in a room together? I feel like they need to be in a room together.”

“Let me see what I can do.”

The voices fade. Time skips a beat and drifts to blackness. I don’t even see the water anymore. The world is a concept rather than a reality.

Roaring pain in my side seems like it should make me jump, but I can’t feel myself doing anything.

“You shouldn’t be here!”

“Ineedto be here.”

“Are you kidding? Look at my sister. Look at him!”

“Brooke, baby, let’s step out of the room for a minute, okay?”

Everything fades away, and I fall back into nothingness. It’s such a peaceful contrast to how I normally feel. And yet still, it doesn’t feel quite right.

Everything is…missing.

Beep-beep-beepdrifts into my subconscious, and I fight the pull of fatigue as hard as I can. My brain feels fuzzy, and I can’t remember what day of the week it is.

Were the kids supposed to be dressed up as something today? Or wear a special color?

I have the most nagging feeling that I’ve already forgotten something, and I’m not even awake yet.

Ugh. It’s getting harder and harder to make mornings happen, but I’m a mom. I don’t have the option.It’s time to get up for work. Time to get the boys to school. Time to start the day.

But damn, I’m struggling to open my eyes.

Did I finally try to use that new lash serum I bought off Amazon months ago? Surely I did it wrong if I’ve lost the function of my eyelids.

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