“Can you…come closer?” I reach for his hand, but I grasp air. I try to sit up in the bed so I can see more of him, but my whole body is sore like I was hit by a truck. Was I? Did I accidentally run into traffic? Please tell me I didn’t do something stupid that got him hurt too. I burst into tears because I’m terrified that’s what happened. “Daisy, don’t cry,” he says. “We’re going to get through this.” We.
