Dylan turned and disappeared from the hospital room.

Finally, the doctors advised me to rest and observe. I had to tell the medical staff if I felt uncomfortable.

Then they left the room. My head was still in a whirl, and my body ached.

Ava wanted to come closer, but Carol held her back, soothing her, "Ava, don't touch Mommy, it'll hurt!"

"Mom, Dad, you should go home! I want your handmade pasta, Mom," I murmured. "Ryan, take Mom and Dad back. If everything's fine tomorrow, I'll come home!"

Ryan looked at me. He had been watching from a distance, not saying a word. However, his eyes had been fixed on me, full of anxiety.

When he heard me say this, he immediately responded, "Alright, we'll go back and make you some pasta! We'll bring them over a little later!"

"Okay!" I smiled at him. "I'm fine!"

Ryan left my hospital room with Ava and my parents. Truthfully, I didn't really want pasta, but I didn't want them to worry about me knowing too much.

They had only left briefly when