Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter

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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

were out for less than five minutes. Your breathing and pulse are perfectly normal." I nodded my head. "So I'm ok; I'm not

sick and needed more care than Drew could

up now?" I asked Drew. He told me it was OK to move around, and getting up, he walked to the end of the bed, picked up his first aid

out your hair, and then we will be ready to go." Josh kissed me and then went into the bathroom, bringing out my

smooth and straight. He kissed the top of my head as lush put my brush away. Holding his hand out for me, I slid off the

onto his lap; cuddling against him, I reached up and cupped

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

window, watching the scenery go by. I had been to parks in the town before, but nothing compared to the miles of forest passing by us. We stopped in a charming small village for

to make quick lunches while the others were responsible for meat and

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 a deep breath. The smell of pine and cedar surrounded me, and a cool breeze from the

I begged. The guys all laughed as the look on Jamie's face turned to one of horror at the thought. Jamie, A city boy through and through, was very much out of

be a little hard to run our business from the backwoods of Main; plus, they that's a lot more to deal with than the few inches we get at home," I had to agree with Patrick on being more winter than

can get over eight feet of