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another voice rumbled and my mind became even fuzzier.
    “ We’re going to take you someplace safe…”
    Other low grumbling voices reached my ears, but it was too difficult to find out who they belonged to. Suddenly my body fell limp, and everything faded to black.
     
    I woke to the sensation of someone running their fingers through my hair, gently brushing my temples and forehead as they passed over them, jarred me into awareness. I was lying in bed. The touch seemed familiar. I must be dreaming that I was at home, Colt sitting next to me.
    I heard the whine of a machine. My fuzzy brain told me I wasn’t dreaming. Where was I? My body went rigid, and the hands stopped moving.
    “ Cheyenne, it’s okay. You’re safe.”
    That voice! It was the sweetest sounding voice I could imagine. It was Colt! I tried to pry my eyes open, but they were so heavy. I tried to sit up, and he cupped his fingers around my cheek, making sure not to jostle me. A sympathetic grin rose on his lips.
    “ It’s okay, just stay still,” he said.
    “ Colt, you’re here…” My voice was filled with relief.
    “ Of course I’m here,” Colt said. “I drove as fast as I could.”
    I’m in the hospital? A sharp pain grew between my eyes and I pinched my eyes closed. Did the hospital call him? He was the only contact in my phone…A door opened and footsteps neared.
    “ Cheyenne?” a voice said. “Can you open your eyes for me?”
    My lashes fluttered. A woman in a white coat was leaning over me with a small flashlight.
    “ I’m Dr. Dawson. You’re in the hospital, you’ve had an accident.”
    I stared at Colt for a moment and thought back. The last thing I remember was that I was possibly being kidnapped…
    “ What happened?” I muttered, my head hurting and fuzzy.
    “ It seems you had a fall, you’ve got a good sized bump on the back of your head. Are you hurting anywhere else?”
    “ No, I don’t think so…” A wave of nausea ran through me and I sank to the bed. “Just feel a bit sick.”
    “ Understandable,” Dr. Dawson said. “But we’ve given you some medicine, it should kick in soon.” She fingered her stethoscope. “Do you remember what happened?”
    I lowered my head. I didn’t want to admit I’d been snooping around a cathedral without permission.
    “ Sort of,” I said. “I was rushing, ran into someone and hit my head. Must’ve hit it harder than I thought.”
    “ Well, since you were unconscious when you came in, we did a head scan. The good news is that we didn’t find anything on it.”
    “ So can I go?”
    Dr. Dawson sighed.
    “ We would prefer to keep you in for twenty-four hours just to observe you.”
    I grumbled. So much for making a quick trip to the cathedral.
    “ However,” she continued on, “Your friend Colt has offered to care for you. He told us about your situation at home. I’m sorry for your loss.”
    I sighed. Just another reminder I was all alone.
    “ You’ve really had me worried,” Colt said.
    My head rolled towards him. “I’m sorry you had to come all this way.”
    “ Don’t be stupid. Of course I’d come for you. I’d always come for you.” He leaned in closer and gently kissed my forehead. “You’re safe now.”
    “ Thank you.”
    “ Is this what you want?” Dr. Dawson asked.
    I nodded.
    She flipped her chart open and scribbled on a paper. “I’m going to discharge you and send you home with some tablets. I’ll have the prescriptions filled and you can be out of here early afternoon.”
    “ Thank you.”
    She smiled and left the room.
    “ I’m sorry, Cheyenne,” Colt said. “She…”
    “ It’s alright, Colt.”
    “ I’m gonna take care of you. You’re coming home with me.”
    I faintly smiled. I’d never been to his house before…
    By early afternoon my medications were ready and Colt assisted me to my Jeep.
    “ You have keys to my Jeep?”
    He nodded. “The spare pair your parents gave me.”
    “ Oh,” I replied slightly suspicious