"Laura watch out!" James yelled.
But the motorcycle came speeding toward her. She didn't have any time to move out of the way before the vehicle hit her head on. She fell, feeling several bones break in her body, and then she blacked out as soon as her head slammed against the ground.
~
When Laura opened her eyes, there was a bright light above her. She squinted and turned her head, groaning as a severe headache hit her. She moved her hands a little, just to see if they would work, and they did. She wiggled her toes and she didn't feel any pain- other than the pounding that continued on in her head.
"Hello, Mrs. Diala," A nurse walked into the room. "how are you?"
"Where am I? Am I in America?"
The last thing she could remember was walking by her husband on cobbled streets in France. She was on her honeymoon. Then there was nothing. But this woman didn't have a French accent and everything seemed familiar.
"Yes ma'am." She said a bit too loudly. "I will call your husband and we can discuss what happened."
An hour later a man arrived. He had shaggy brown hair, a beard, and bags under his brown eyes.
"I can't believe they were telling me the truth." He breathed a sigh of relief and came running over to her. He grabbed her hand and fell into a chair beside her. "I thought you would never wake up."
"Of course I would. You didn't have to bring me back to the states. I'm sure they have perfectly good hospitals in France."
James gave her a quizzical look and then something dawned on him. "Did the nurse tell you anything?"
"No, she was waiting for you." Laura smiled. "I think that we should visit the Eiffel tower the minute I get out of this bed. We can go back, I'm sure we could swing the cost."
He pursed his lips and nodded. "Laura," He took her hand. "It's 2017."
She stared at him for a second. The last thing she remembered was the second day of her honeymoon in 2012.
"But-"
"There's...one more thing."
"Is this her?" A little girl walked in with Laura's parents, she was about 5 years old. Her auburn pigtails bounced as she sat on James' lap.
"Laura, this is your daughter Layla."
