25
Cady
I am in the emergency room, laying on the hospital bed, and I am embarrassed. I sigh heavily, and crane my neck to try to see around the big green hospital curtains that have been pulled for my privacy.
I look down at my right arm, wishing that I could scratch the sterile tape that holds my IV in place. Instead, I make do with scratching the skin right next to it, but it’s not very satisfying. I grunt at the tape.
“I’m sorry that they’re keeping you for observation tonight,” Olive says, for probably the tenth time. “I just freaked out when you fainted.”
“It’s okay,” I say, shrugging. “Better safe than sorry. Besides, with this IV, I should be super hydrated. Who knew that a little vomiting could upset my electrolytes enough to make me pass out?”
“Yeah. I was just thinking tha
