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BROOKLYN
Two Days Later
I could hear voices all around me, murmuring. I wanted to wake up so I could see him, but every time I tried, the darkness would take me. It was as if I was in my body, but not making the calls. Pain medications sucked. I would rather be awake and in pain instead of asleep and lost.
“B,” a voice called out. The hand that grabbed mine didn’t feel like Camden’s and the voice wasn’t like his at all. Besides, he never called me B. Where was he? For two days now, every time I awoke, I was told he would be right back. But he never showed. It was always one excuse after another. “B, open your eyes. I know you’re awake.”
“Ah, she’s just being stubborn. Maybe we should just leave her here.” I recognized that voice. It was Jason.
I slowly opened my eyes to find Gabe,
