After what felt like an eternity, Aria finally left the hospital room.
Micah poked his head cautiously out from under the blanket like a chipmunk peeking from its burrow.
"She is not here," Clyde's calm voice said.
Micah sat up quickly in bed. His face was half pale, half flushed. "Crap. This is bad. She is going to roast me later. Why did your nephew even let her in?"
Clyde stood smoothly and walked toward him. "She wouldn't leave until she saw you."
"I know," Micah groaned, scrubbing his face with both hands. "Hey, why didn't you wake me up? You just let her see me like this? She is going to tell everyone."
Clyde reached the table, lifting the lid off one of the containers calmly. "I didn't have the heart to wake you. What do you want for breakfast?"
Micah glanced at him and climbed out of the bed. He looked at all the food on the table. "Man, why did they send us a feast? Who could eat all of this?"
