Gretchen heard voices beyond her veil of consciousness, and she struggled toward them. The anchor she’d been holding onto had disappeared at some point, and she felt like she was drowning.
Dixie. Where was Dixie?
Dixie.She broke the surface of unconsciousness and opened her eyes. The room was dark save for a rectangle of light coming in from the hallway. Two figures stood there, facing one another. One spoke words she couldn’t hear and glanced her way.
The other wore a long-sleeved doctor’s coat and looked at her too. She approached, her face becoming more and more familiar with each passing second. Problem was, so was the throbbing pain coming from her foot.
“Gretchen,” the doctor said in that kind, strong voice they must teach medical personnel in school. She sounded like Drew had, l
