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When Rebecca woke up the next day it was hard to open her eyes. She had a pounding headache and the bright light that shown in her eyes every time she opened them didn't help at all. The constant beeping sound was annoying her also. She groaned and closed her eyes for probably the fourth time in ten seconds.

After taking a deep breath she finally forced her eyes open. She looked around the room she was in. She was in the hospital. Rebecca laid her head to the side and noticed Vincent asleep in the chair beside the bed she was laying in. His head was nearly lying on her arm. She smiled as she watched his chest rising and falling. Reaching across her body she ran a hand through his hair and watched him stir. She giggled and watched his eyes flutter open.

"You're awake," he said with excitement and stood up quickly heading to the door. "I will get someone..."

Rebecca sat up quickly and regretted it immediately she made a hissing noise at the pain that shot through her head causing Vincent to stop as his hand landed on the doorknob. He turned and rushed back to her sitting on the side of the bed. He pressed the call button on the side of the bed so that someone would come. "Take it slow," he told her. She smiled at him and nodded linking their hands.

"Thanks," she looked at their linked hands than back up at him. She noticed that he was upset. She could see his eyes were glassy looking. "Hey," she said placing her free hand on the side of his face. He leaned into her hand than toward her, placing his lips in hers lightly making sure not to hurt her. "What's wrong? What happened? Enzo. Where is he?" she fired questions at him not leaving him time to answer one before asking another. He stopped her by placing his lips back on hers.

"I will tell you as soon as the doctor looks you over, okay?" Rebecca nodded her head. The door opened and a tall elderly man in a white coat walked in with a bright smile.

"Miss Jones. Glad to see you're awake. With a smile too," Rebecca smiled in greeting before looking back at Vincent.

"I'm going to let everyone know that you're awake. You have a waiting room full out there," he pointed toward the door. He placed a kiss on her cheek and left the room.

"I'm Doctor Matthews, by the way," the man held a hand out for her to shake. "How are you feeling?" Rebecca shrugged. "You have a concussion, I will need to make sure you can speak, Miss Jones."

"Please call me Rebecca. And I feel okay, I guess," she said clearing her throat. Her mouth was dry and she was just now noticing it. Doctor Matthews turned and grabbed a cup and pitcher. He poured her some water and handed it to her. "Thank you," she said after she drank the whole glass.

"I would like you to stay overnight for observation. Just so we can make sure that it isn't worse than we think," the doctor told her. "If all is well, you can leave tomorrow." Rebecca nodded and thanked him.

"Rebecca," she heard her mother's voice as the door cracked open. She smiled at her as she walked into the room.

"I will let you visit with your family. You should take it easy though," Doctor Matthews said before turning toward Mrs. Jones and Vincent as he slipped in behind the women. "Not too long, please." Both nodded to him in understanding. Vincent shook the man's hand and muttered a thank you before he left.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Rebecca heard her mother nearly shout before throwing herself at her daughter. Rebecca laughed.

"Momma. I am okay," she hugged her mother tightly.

"You had me so worried. I didn't know where you were. You stopped answering my calls," she scolded Rebecca like she had done when she was a small child. Looking down at her hands she nodded.

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