Phantom Politics
Copyright© 2023 by George H. McVey
Chapter 21
Glenna woke with a headache. The constant beeping of something wasn’t helping it. She was confused, where was she? Last she remembered she’d fallen into the ravine beside the running trail in the park. Now she was in a very tight space with someone else. She seemed to be in a hospital bed, but a very familiar form was pressed up against hers. She looked down and realized that Harry’s arm was draped across her waist. She started to turn only to realize that caused her head to hurt. Then she felt the brush of his lips against her neck. “Don’t move, you’re safe.”
“I’m also squished.”
She heard the side rail on his side drop and then he wasn’t in bed with her anymore. Part of her wanted to cry for him to come back, but she could turn easier now. It still caused her head to hurt though.
“Careful, Sweetheart, the doctor said you had a bad concussion and sudden movements might cause you pain and even dizziness for a while.”
She finished turning. “I needed to see you.”
She looked into his face as he moved closer to the bed and put his head on the mattress so close to hers she could feel his breath. “You have seen me. We’ve talked several times. Don’t you remember? They had me wake you every couple of hours to make sure you were okay.”
“They did?”
He grinned and nodded. “Yep.”
Then she started to cry. “I thought I was dying.”
He climbed right back into the bed with her, wrapping his arms around her carefully. “Oh, Honey. It’s okay. You’re safe. Grandpa Harold and Thor saved you.”
“That was a ghost? The man on the trail?”
“It sure was. Came and got me, Trent, and Lucas. Lucas even got some pictures of him and Thor. Not very good pictures but pictures, nonetheless.”
“Guess that means the paranormal team is going to come investigate?”
“Guess so. Hal said he signed a contract with Lucas for four shows and a live Halloween special investigation. They’ll be here the first week in October.”