When last we left Rylan and Annabelle, she was ecstatic that her husband woke up from the coma gripping him. Despite Annabelle’s concern regarding his desire to nap, Rylan got some sleep before the doctors pushed him into therapy and the detective came to take his statement. Over the course of a couple weeks, Rylan dedicated himself to his recovery. And all the hard work pays off as he walks out of the hospital, though he ignores his doctor’s advice concerning a severe cough. Will Rylan get all his questions answered during his drive home? Or will the cough force his return to the hospital?
Rylan hobbled out of the hospital, clutching the edges of his coat in a fist. He scrutinized the nearby vehicles as a shudder thundered down his spine, “Are we walking home?”
“Don’t be dramatic.” Annabelle stepped beside Rylan, wrapping an arm around him.
As his shoulders quivered, Rylan tried breaking her grip with his waist.
“Knock it off!” Annabelle stared daggers into Rylan’s eyes and tightened her grasp. “You’re going to accept my help.”
Rylan coughed into his elbow and nodded. As the coughing ceased, he gripped her fingers, “Fine, where’s our transportation?”
“It isn’t far,” Annabelle pulled Rylan’s arm around her shoulders and guided him down the street. After a few steps, she released his wrist and pointed down the road. “Can you see the dark green one? It’s only three cars down.”