CATHERINE
When I opened my eyes, everywhere was blurry, white walls bleeding into the haze, humming machines and faces that looked too worried for my liking. The hospital room still smelled faintly of antiseptic and something metallic… blood, maybe mine.
The doctor stood at the foot of the bed, clipboard in hand, his lips moving, though I only caught pieces of what he said. Words like concussion, observation, and rest. My head throbbed with every syllable he spoke.
Ughh. I just needed to go home.
Beside him, Ellie and Stacey were already there, seated with that same look on their face. I felt bad. Things weren’t supposed to go this way but u stocked my guilt away.
Ellie looked tense, biting her bottom lip like she always did when she tried not to cry. Stacey, on the other hand, looke
