52
“Hi.” Jake saw my eyes open. He leaned over and kissed me warmly on the cheek.
I looked around the room. We were alone. And my head gave off a dull ache.
Which was good news, as far as I was concerned. It meant no one had turned back on the pain meds.
“What time is it?”
“Around two.”
“Afternoon?”
Jake nodded. “I talked to your parents a while ago.”
“Great,” I answered sarcastically. The dull thud in my head seemed to amp up a little.
“They want you to come home.”
It took me a moment to process that. I might be d**g-free, but I still felt a little groggy from the nap.
“Come…home? What home?”
“Their home,” Jake said, as if it were obvious.
“When?” I still wasn’t exactly tracking the conversation.
“As soon as they release you. Your mother is sending one of the planes.”
“Oh.”
