When she woke the next morning she was in her own bed. She lay there staring at the plain white ceiling as the events of the previous day came to back her. She still couldn’t make sense of what had happened and who had carried her her to bed? Mum was probably too small.
That last question at least got an answer when there was a quiet rap on the bedroom door before her father came in with a breakfast tray.
“Morning, Sweetpea,” he said. “You were fast asleep on the sofa when I got in about 3am, so I put you to bed.” He put the tray on the bedside table and smiled at her. “I thought you deserved breakfast in bed after what you went through yesterday.”
Sienna was about to say she wasn’t hungry when her stomach rumbled and she realised that she was. “Thanks, dad,” she said as she sat up and pulled it towards her.
“Anne rang,” he said. Sienna straightened up quickly and looked at him. Anne was Lucy’s mother.
“Oh! Is Lucy okay? She seemed to be getting better last night.” Sienna asked.
“She’s fine,” he reassured her quickly. “She’s off oxygen and feels much better but the Doctors are going to keep her in hospital for observation for another couple of days because they still don’t know what happened. Anne wants to thank you for getting Lucy to the hospital. She’d probably be dead if you hadn’t.”
“Thank goodness,” she said. “Have things settled down in the town?”
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