Despite flinching back from the concerned - unknown? familiar? - blue eyes staring her in the face, Andy's full attention was kept firmly by the sharp pain pinching at the back of her head.

Fingers - tiny ones! - flew to the aching part of her skull and her eyes widened at the red staining her palm.

"I'm bleeding," She muttered as a sudden burst of dizziness and nausea climbed up from her stomach to her throat and threatened to violently leave her mouth. "I - I think I have a concussion."

Her brows drew in close as she tried to puzzle out why her bleeding was so strange when a shadow fell over her.

Glancing upwards she narrowed her eyes against the suddenly too bright lights and hissed as pressure was applied to her wound. A hand gripped her chin and then she was staring into the handsome face of a blond man - Troy a voice inside her aching head insisted - who carefully scooped her up into his arms.

"Don't worry," The man - Troy - said as she was carried swiftly into a - her - their - house and she shook her head. "I'm gonna fix you right up Andy and hopefully the others will trust me with you again by the next decade."

Scrunching up her brow - because others? What others? - she felt repulsed by the flash of contentment and the overwhelming emotion that seemed to cheer family! family! as she was set down on a counter.

Immediately her eyelids fell shut with a heavy swish of her lashes as something warm and wet wiped softly at the back of her head and the resulting touch drew a whine of pain from her throat. A single sympathetic coo fell from the man's mouth and she jolted at the feeling of something cold and smooth pushing against her lips. Forcing herself to peek through her drooping lids, Andy spied a glass cup resting against her mouth and despite her wariness about accepting drinks from people she didn't know - and due to the insistent pulsing in her head beseeching that Troy was in fact, not a stranger but family - trust surged in her chest and she took a sip.

Instantly the taste of cheesecake flooded her tongue and Andy gave a groan of appreciation as the ache in her head dulled to nothingness.

Though still, something niggled at the back of her mind, professing to her that there was something she was forgetting but just as she seemed to formulate her thoughts, they were washed away by a soft-spoken question.

"Better?" Troy inquired on a murmur, startling her from her contemplations and she gave a soft nod in reply.

"Better." She hummed as she was picked up in the - familiar, comforting, safe - perch of his arms and she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

Half drifting between awareness and sleep, it wasn't long before she felt the sensation of something soft beneath her body. With a half-hearted peak she realized that she was in a bed - her bed the feeling informed - and with a sigh, she snuggled into the blankets.

But just as she dropped off the half-formed thought that had been brewing in the back of her mind since the beginning of this encounter, reached its fullness and chased away any lingering fatigue.

Wait just a minute!

Her eyes flew open and painfully wide as she practically leapt off the bed, limbs landing in a tight tangle with the sheets and she let loose a half pained shout.

Wasn't she supposed to be dead?!

3/04/18