Annette awoke groggily in a hospital bed.
"Welcome back. You really are a piece of work, you know that?" asked Ruth who was sitting in a chair by her bed.
"What happened? Where am I?" asked Annette.
"You had a nervous breakdown and trashed your house. Captain Hawkins heard the commotion, and called the police. They managed subdue you, drag you out of the house, and stop you from bleeding out, before the paramedics took over and brought you here. Six stitches in your left hand and arm, and about two grand worth of glassware destroyed," reported Ruth.
Some of the fog in Annette's mind cleared, and memories came rushing back.
"Mikaela! Where is Mikaela?" she asked, as the blood pressure monitor started to beep rapidly.
"Hey, hey, calm down. Mikaela's safe and fine. She's with Captain Hawkins, and the police officers who subdued you," said Ruth, gently patting her arm.
Annette slowly calmed down.
"When can I get out of here?" she asked.
