Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 672

"Call the doctor?" Rebecca blinked. "Why? I'm not sick."

The sweet scent of gardenias still lingered as she stared at the ceiling. Suddenly, everything clicked: she wasn't in Soliaridge.

She had returned to the present. "So, has it all just been a long dream?"

As she lay there dazed, Josette and Gabriel rushed in.

Josette's face lit up with relief. "You're finally awake, sweetheart! You gave me such a fright."

"Sorry, Grandma," Rebecca muttered, her voice hoarse from sleeping for too long.

"It's okay. You're awake now," Josette said, patting her hand. "How are you feeling right now? Uncomfortable?"

Rebecca shook her head, just feeling profoundly tired. It was like the heavy, lingering fatigue of sleeping too long on a summer afternoon.

"Just relax," Josette said softly. "If you're hungry, I will make something for you."

Rebecca wasn't hungry. She looked up to see a half-full IV bag beside the bed and realized her family had been keeping her nourished the whole time.

"How long was I asleep this time?" she asked, losing track of time.

Josette hesitated, clearly trying not to alarm her. "Not too long. Just a few days."

"A few days?" Rebecca blinked.

It had felt like years inside the dream.

"The end of science is mysticism," he retorted, lightly flicking her forehead. "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll have to help zip your mouth."

She grabbed his hand. "Can I have some brick-hard salmon?"

He chuckled, understanding that joke. When Josette first arrived in France, she had often complained that the breakfast bread was as tough as a brick.

"Forget it. You need something soft. I'll have the chef make oatmeal or a nice, thick soup," he said, heading downstairs.

Rebecca closed her eyes. Dreams and reality tangled chaotically in her mind. Which was real? Which was the dream?

"Becky, are you still tired? Don't fall asleep again," Kaitlyn whispered anxiously.

Rebecca understood that they were terrified she would slip back into that deep, unnatural sleep. She promised, "Okay. I won't sleep. I'll take a bath and go downstairs to eat."