I'm startled awake by a strange noise that sounds oddly like a dog whining in agony. I furrow my brows, listening for the sound again, but it seems to have stopped. I shrug it off and turn over, pulling the covers up over my head. After a few seconds, I hear the same noise again.
Is that really my stomach?
I haven't eaten anything since I left the hospital yesterday. I haven't had time. The minute we got here, Sloan had a mental breakdown and then mauled me like a horny rabbit. Three times, to be exact.
I sit up and look around, realizing he's no longer in bed with me. I know he didn't leave after all that crap he said yesterday. If he did, I'll find him and nail his nuts to the wall.
I get up out of bed and throw on an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts. When I walk into the
