I felt myself slipping under as the pain medication took affect. “Mom?” I asked.
“Yes honey?” she sounded nervous.
“Is Cynthia ok?”
I saw the indecision on her face. She never had to decide, I was gone before she could answer.
When I woke up again, the room was crowded. I was feeling significantly better and found myself smiling back at all the room’s occupants. At the back of my mind, something nagged me, something was telling me I shouldn’t be smiling, but I didn’t know why.
“Hey Drew,” Rendor grinned, “Good to see you conscious.”
“How long have I been out?” I asked, painfully trying to sit up. The room was still spinning, but Rendor helped me.
“Just a few days,” said George, grinning. I suddenly realized what was bothering me. George’s smile was forced, all of their smiles were. And Wilda was turned away from me slightly, trying to hide her tears.
I suddenly went very cold inside, “What’s wrong?” I asked, but I already knew.
“Drew,” Rendor said slowly, “I need to talk to you.”
Please God no.