(Caroline’s POV)
I opened my eyes slowly and everything started spinning. I groaned and closed my eyes again when I felt Keegan’s hand on my cheek.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Keegan muttered. There was a pause. “Mom, I need your help,” he finally said. What in hell were they making a big fuss about? I tried to sit up, but Keegan’s hand held me down. “Don’t move,” he said panicked. I groaned again and opened my eyes.
“I-I’m fine,” I lied. “Why is everyone freaking out?” I asked. It was then that I smelled something metallic. It was very distinctive. I smelled it before… after the accident.
Blood.
I took deep breaths and tried to calm my breathing. I wasn’t squeamish about blood or anything; it was just that I was thinking about the accident again. I sighed and reached my hand back to touch the top of my head. Keegan swatted my hand away before I could.
“Don’t touch it,” he said. He looked nervously towards the stairs. “Mom!” he yelled louder. His worried and scared face turned back to me. A moment later, we all heard her footsteps descending.
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