I woke up in a hospital bed. White ceilings like the usual hospital ceilings. I don’t really understand why they have to be white in the first place. Couldn’t hospitals have blue ceilings and walls, too?
I tried to recall what happened and when I did, I sighed loudly. I can’t believe I ate something fried in sesame oil. I should have known not to order anything fried. I should have gotten something like ramen or sashimi.
And above all, I ruined my date with Cyrus. It is our first date and I had to be rushed in the hospital—wait! Who rushed me to the hospital?
I moved my head to look around but I saw no one. I’m in a room, and alone.
The last thing I remembered before passing out was Clayton. He entered the women’s rest room and saw me hyperventilating. He looked so worried as he he
