Elena
Elena’s phone vibrated against her nightstand at seven in the morning. She grabbed it without looking, her brain still foggy from sleep and the lingering effects of last night’s pill.
Harper’s name flashed on the screen.
“Hello?”
“Elena.” Harper’s voice sounded wrong. Rough and thin like someone had scraped it raw. “I’m sorry to call so early but I…I need help.”
Elena sat up fast, her heart kicking into overdrive. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sick. Really sick. I can’t get out of bed and my roommate went home for the weekend and I don’t know who else to call.” Harper’s breath hitched. “I’m burning up and everything hurts and I’m scared.”
“I’m coming right now. Don’t move.”
“Thank you. God, thank you.”
Elena hung up and threw off her covers. Her hands were already reaching for clothe
