Chapter 18: Why Don’t You Treat YourselfWaking was like being pulled out of a submarine after being at sea for a year. I blinked at the darkness. Couldn’t even tell what position my body was in. I slowly moved, turning to my side, and glimpsed my phone on the pillow next to mine. I ran a hand over my face, trying to get a grip on reality.
Everything came back to me in one big transmission of images and sounds.
Derek. Derek was in the hospital.
“Oh, s**t,” I groaned, grabbing my phone. What time was it?
I squinted at my phone screen. My battery was at ten percent. But my brain couldn’t process the digits on the clock. Thursday. Seven forty-five P.M.? That was impossible. I’d slept through the day? I sat up and flicked the night lamp on. The room filled with diffused yellow light and I l
