“Beth,” Drew kept his voice soft as he wiped a tear from her face. “It’s alright. You’re in the hospital.”
“The hospital?” Bethany looked up at him in confusion, slowly relaxing at his touch.
“That’s right,” he nodded. “You’re going to be fine.”
“I was dreaming,” Bethany said sleepily. She took hold of his hand, clasping it to her cheek.
“What were you dreaming?” Drew asked.
“I was trying to find Michael’s boat. I wanted to play on it,” she murmured drowsily. “I wasn’t supposed to go on his boat.”
Drew watched her drift back into sleep. He held onto her hand for a little while longer before releasing it and heading into the hall just outside her door. Drew pulled out his cellphone and called Miguel.
“Does Michael Ramesly have a boat?”
