I stirred in bed, restless.
I groaned and rolled over to my other side, trying to get some sleep. But I couldn't. I just couldn't.
I kept on rolling back and forth, unable to sleep. I kept on thinking about Ryan. He was probably still in the hospital. I should've gone with him. Maybe he needed me.
I groaned and turned around, facing the other side of the bed. I buried my face in the pillow and breathed deeply. I tried to calm my beating heart, but it wasn't working.
Finally, I decided to get out of the bed. I slipped on a baby-blue oversized t-shirt and my grey leggings and tied my hair into a messy bun. I rubbed my eyes and walked out of my room.
I really did not know why I got out of bed. I just wandered around aimlessly inside my unit. My mind was stirring. No matter how hard I tri
