CHAPTER 45
BEEPING BROKE INTO my consciousness, grating on my nerves. What was it? An alarm clock? I tried rolling to the side, but something dragged on my hand, and a bolt of pain shot up my arm. It took some effort, but I raised an eyelid. A white room. White blankets. Machines by the bed. Slowly, too slowly, the fog cleared and I remembered. The restaurant, driving away, the accident. Nick. Yelling at Nick. This must be the hospital.
A sharp pain cut into my arm as the blanket dragged across it, but I ignored that and the ache in my neck as I looked around the room. Had Nick gone? I couldn’t cope if he’d stayed. One argument was quite enough for today. I caught sight of somebody curled up on a chair in the corner and stifled a groan. Emmy. Of all the people I didn’t want to see at the
