Sawyer:
The sun was barely creeping over the horizon when my phone buzzed on the coffee table, I almost didn't want to waste my time to answer it. I reached for it, blinking groggily at the screen. It was Sasha.
"Hey," I answered, my voice rough from sleep.
"Sawyer, I need a favor," Sasha said, her tone brisk but tinged with exhaustion. "I’m staying at the hospital longer than I planned. One of my patients is showing signs of improvement, and I don’t want to leave right now. Can you grab a few things from my apartment and bring them to me?"
I rubbed a hand over my face, glancing at the clock. It was barely past seven. “Yeah, of course. What do you need?”
She rattled off a short list—clothes, her laptop, some notes she’d left on the counter. I jotted it all down, trying to sha
