I should have known something was wrong the moment I opened my eyes.
My room was spinning, my body burning from the inside out. The comforter felt like a furnace, and every bone in my body ached as if I'd been run over by a truck. I groaned and turned to reach for my phone, barely managing to slide it off the nightstand.
9:07 AM.
Crap. I was supposed to be in class.
The door creaked open, and Sloane walked in. "Kim?" Sloane's voice drifted in, muffled. "Finally, you're awake."
"Barely awake," I croaked. "Aren't you supposed to be in class by now?"
"I couldn't leave you like this," she said, concerned. "I tried waking you up, but I felt something was wrong, so I left you. I just went out to check up on something. Glad to see you're awake now."
"Oh, Sloane," I muttered, pulling the bl
