Naomi's POV
"Naomi! Naomi!" The door burst open like the beginning of a horror movie, and there came Layla, wild-eyed and panting like she'd just sprinted through a field of ravenous coyotes.
I screamed. Because, obviously.
"What? What? What?!" I yelped, yanking the blanket up to my chest like it was armor. My heart went full-on drumline.
Layla skidded to a halt, her hair frizzed from the wind or a panic sprint. Possibly both. Her eyes were wide, glittering with frantic energy.
"Are you okay?! Are you hurt? Did someone come in here?!"
I stared. "Dude. What are you even talking about? I was literally just contemplating if I should risk the hospital pudding again."
"I got a call!" she blurted out. "A weird call. Voice all deep and weird like some budget James Bond villain. He said I h
