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stood back and joined my friends in looking at Kayla and the doctor.
She began to stir a little which caused the walls in my heart to give in. A warm ball of energy came from my chest and moved up through my throat, making my eyes watery. Kayla's eyes were barely open; she was sighing, tiny sighs, as the doctor prodded here and there. He asked us in his broken English what had happened and we answered the best we could throwing in every French word we'd ever learned, hoping to make him understand better. Slowly Kayla opened her eyes and whispered something. I couldn't make out what it was. She could barely find the strength to whisper but she did again. The doctor started speaking to her in French and it dawned on me she was whispering something in French!
"Water!"
The doctor gesticulated to us that he wanted some water for her. Kevin got it and we all watched as the doctor helped her to sit up and take a sip. She only looked at him and the few words she spoke, was to him, in a language I didn't understand much of. The doctor started gathering his things and Kayla lay back down closing her eyes. I could tell she was fatigued and I stepped forward to gently put the duvet up around her shoulders. I kissed her forehead.
"I'll be back, I need to talk to the doctor, just sleep Kay"
She let out a small humming sound and instantly fell asleep. I went into the living room where the doctor was talking to the others.
"Is she gonna be alright?" I asked.
"She's very exhausted, she needs a lot of rest, but she should be fine. She told the doctor the crash happened last night, she was driving back to us from the airport."
Jackson filled me in while Tom gave my arm a squeeze.
"He said as long as she eats, drinks and sleeps she should be fine in a couple of days."
I felt the room spin and how every bone in my body was begging for rest. All adrenaline had left me, feeling like a used punching bag and I needed to lie down.
"I'll be with Kayla, ok?"
Tom nodded and I turned around and returned to my room. The fire was still blazing and I slipped under the covers, this time keeping a small distance between her body and mine. I fell into a troubled sleep, waking up every half hour. At some point one of the guys must have slipped in and placed a tray with food on the nightstand and I decided to wake her up to get her to eat something. In her weakened state I could barely wake her up, and I felt bad for doing so, but she needed to eat.
"Hey."
I propped her up against my chest and leant over to get the glass of water. She kept her eyes closed and her lifeless body felt heavy.
"I'm sorry baby, but you need to drink some...here we go..."
I spilled some water on her chin and down her chest. I took the duvet and patted her dry. She made little noises; again I couldn't make out what she was saying.
I tried to make her eat some of the sandwich but she wouldn't take it.
"Maman."
"What? Say it again Kayla...I can't hear you."
She snuggled into my chest and I felt her breath on my bare skin.
"Maman."
She'd never mentioned her mom before and why was she speaking French? I gave up trying to make her eat for now and let her sleep. I put on my t-shirt and went to join the others.
"How is she?" Tom looked up at me with eyes wide open.
"She sleeps all the time; occasionally I can get her to drink some water. She says mom in French all the time."
"Is her mom French?"
Tom asked as he handed me a sandwich and a beer. I saw they were eating leftovers. My stomach grumbled and I wolfed down two sandwiches.
"I don't know we never talk about her parents."
Bobby got up from the couch and went into the hall, when he came back he was carrying the blue suitcase.
"I've opened it, but it's broken so...but I thought she might have a t-shirt in here, you know to sleep in?"
    It was late in the evening and Kayla was more awake now , she obediently put her nightshirt on and removed her bra from underneath. I looked at her from the corner of my eye,