Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter

49

I woke up in bed again, completely confused about how I got there. My head was in Josh's lap, and Drew sat on my other side, holding two fingers against my pulse; he was looking at his watch, and I could see his lips moving as he counted. When he was done, Drew

moved my arm back onto the bed and, seeing I was awake, ran a hand across my forehead.

"Hi, angel, welcome back." Drew smiled gently as he moved his finger before my eyes, ensuring they responded correctly. When he was satisfied that I was ok, he sat back. Jake slid my head onto a pillow and moved to see me better.

"What happened, and why did I pass out? I thought my concussion was gone." I started worrying that something was wrong and I would ruin our lake trip.

you're ok," Jake promised, squeezing my hand to get my attention.

"Baby girl, you're

for less than five minutes. Your breathing and

and even if you were sick and needed more care

Drew. He told me it was OK to move around, and getting up, he walked to the end of the bed, picked

into

had worked out the tangles, leaving my hair smooth and straight. He kissed the top of my head as lush put my brush away. Holding his hand

I reached up and cupped his face. "I'm sorry for being a brat earlier," I said quietly." I promise I will behave

said, linking his fingers with mine. There was a flurry of activity around us as the other guys brought out bags; Jamie and Sean were in the hallway with a luggage cart and began loading it up. Mike and I did one final walkthrough, ensuring we didn't leave anything behind. Sean, Patrick, and Jake had already gone down in the elevator. Patrick was checking us out, and Sean and Jake loaded the SUV. When the elevator let the rest of us out

in a charming small

the others were responsible for meat

the cutest house I had ever seen, and I immediately fell in love with it. The house was surrounded by trees and sat above the lake; I could see stairs leading down to the water from the back of the house. The house was the same shade of green as the surrounding forest, with a river rock decorating the bottom quarter of the house. The stairs leading to the front door were also made of river rock. We all piled out of the back, and I stopped to take

of horror at the thought. Jamie, A city boy through and through, was very much out of his element up here.

that's a lot more to deal with than the few inches we get at home," I had to agree with Patrick on

feet of