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Waking up, it smelt medical. Something was on my finger, a cold wire on my chest, and though the drip was slow I knew I was on an IV. Instantly, I knew something had happened to me. With my eyes closed i silently listed all that could have gone wrong, wondering where I am, wondering why. Reaching out I felt the bars and sighed.. one deep sigh, and then began a mental body check, I ached. My head hurt.. I wasn't to confused. I didn't want to open my eyes, seeing would be believing. Maybe this is a nightmare.. Listening to a very quiet beeping of some monitor or another, not sure which, since it did not sound like a heart monitor, feeling the blood pressure cuffs scratchy on my arm.. The constriction of tape on my left hand and tilting my head, now knowing there was another IV or something like it in my neck. Finally after who knows how long, a hand reached up and stroked my head. I may not have known where I was, but I knew that hand, that was the only hand that had touched me /everywhere/ my skin reacted to it with a tingle, like it was as excited to have him touching me again. Opening my eyes a bit, I stared up into the face of Andi, and exhaled. He wouldn't be in any nightmare, nope.. this was real. In the hospital, silent sigh. Again. Opening my eyes up further I knew quickly, this room was just like the one that had held me captive for the last 55 days of the last 4 months, on and off. Not the ICU, no.. this was just a regular transitional care room.. alright then. now. We've established where.. Closing my eyes again, was tired. Reaching up my hand searched for his and found it, and my skin rejoiced at the contact, yay.. things are all good. Quietly, without prompting Andi revealed the entire tale, how I was unwakeable, how he was scared, how I had large ketones, high blood sugar, and barely a blood pressure. How I've been to two hospitals, one at home, and this one in phoenix. That I was very sick, that I will be ok. Giving a generic little answer, an "ok" I told him I loved him and fell back to sleep. He was there, I was full of needles, I guess one out of two isn't so bad.