Rediscovering You

thirty-seven

2nd October 2023 - one year and thirty-six weeks old.

'Hey... How's Rory?' Leah asks softly as she holds the phone up to her ear.

'She's alright, baba. Slept through the night and enjoyed some pancakes for breakfast. How's Imogen doing?' Amanda asks.

'She's still asleep just now, but it's a bad one, mum. We got home from the hospital around 2 this morning. They've said no major concerns but just a really bad concussion. She's to take it easy for the next 24 to 48 hours.' Leah replies.

'Do you want me to keep Rory for a few days then?' Amanda asks.

'No, it's fine. You can bring her home today. I can manage with her and looking after Ims as well.' Leah replies.

'Okay, well I'll give her dinner and bring her back about half 5. Is that alright? Give you some time to catch up on sleep and make sure Imogen is okay?' Amanda says.

'Perfect, mum. Thank you.' Leah replies. They say their goodbyes and she ends the call before making her way through to the bedroom where Imogen is curled up on her side. Sliding into bed behind her, Leah gently wraps her arms around the brunette.

'Where'd you go?' Imogen mumbles.

'Was just on the phone to my mum... She's going to bring Roo back after dinner. Do you need anything?' Leah asks.

'I feel bloody rough.' Imogen replies as the blonde presses a kiss to her shoulder.

'No wonder. You're not due any more paracetamol for an hour or so.' Leah says.

'I know... I'm okay.' Imogen almost whispers.

'Do you want some toast or anything?' Leah asks.

'Mm... I don't think I could stomach anything right now.' Imogen admits.

'Okay. Why don't you go back to sleep for a bit? We can reassess in a little bit.' Leah says softly.

'Stay with me?' Imogen asks.

'Always.' Leah replies.

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'What are you doing out of bed?' Leah asks softly as she turns to look at the brunette who is walking through the kitchen door.

'Woke up and you weren't there.' Imogen replies quietly.

'I just came to get some food...' Leah says making her way over to wrap her arms around the brunette who sighs.

'I don't think I remember ever feelingg this awful.' Imogen mumbles burying the face in the crook of the blonde's neck.

'Is this your first concussion?' Leah asks.

'No but it's the worst I've ever had.' Imogen replies.

'Let's get you back to bed. You'll be due some paracetamol.' Leah says softly. She guides the brunette back to the bedroom and grabs the paracetamol off the bedside table.

'Do you think you could stomach some lunch?' Leah asks as the brunette rests her hand on her forehead as she takes the tablets and lies back against the pillows.

'Maybe some toast.' Imogen replies and Leah nods her head.

'Toast I can do... You stay right here and I'll be back with some toast, okay?' Leah says. She makes her way through to the kitchen and begins to make toast as her phone vibrates on the counter.

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Beth: Hey, how's Imogen doing? What time did you guys get home from the hospital? Xx