Izzy’s POV
The next morning was so quiet. I woke up. Stretched. And I turned to look at Shantel’s bed. She was still laying down there. Lying flat. Her eyes were closed. Her chest was rising and falling. And she did not look like the Shantel who would pretend to be asleep. She looked like she was in a very deep, deep sleep.
I sat up. And I rubbed my eyes. “Still?” I whispered to myself.
Sarah looked at me. Her hair was so messy. And she groaned. “Don’t wake her up. She needs it. So she can get better.”
I bit my lip. “But she hasn’t moved at all.”
Sarah gave me a look, the kind of look that says, don’t start panicking already. “She’s breathing, Izzy. That’s enough. Come on, we have class. Let her rest.”
I glanced one more time at Shantel. She looked peaceful. Too peaceful. But Sar
