I struggled to sit up. “No, lie back down. You’re still too weak.” He put the tea on the table.
I stared at the man and blinked. “What day is it son?”
I struggled out of bed. “WHAT? I’ve slept for THREE days?”
“It’s OK, I phoned your boss…”
“NO!” I sobbed. “I missed the Friday Flash Fiction deadline! The first time, like since forever!”