Chapter Twenty-Eight
Charlie
The sleek fabric of the waiting room chairs was warm against my cheek. Coming awake slowly, I became aware my neck was bent awkwardly toward the wall. The hospital here got points for trying to make a comfortable waiting room. At least the chairs had padding. Yet, sleeping upright under duress was never a great night’s sleep.
I had a pounding headache. Glancing around, I saw Em two seats away from me, sound asleep with her knees curled up to her chin. Her short hair stuck up in little spikes. Looking at her, my heart clenched. She looked so young when she was asleep, the lines of her face softened. Her hand was curled around the edge of her jacket, the purple fleece matching her hair.
Straightening, I gave my head a shake. Gathering my backpack, I walked in
