CHAPTER 6
When Alyssa woke up, Drew still sat beside her, on a chair with wooden arms and pink and green plaid upholstery. Or maybe he's back. How long have I been asleep? Must have been a while. My leg's hurting again. She glanced around the sterile white room with the cheap veneer table under the window, and the rolling hospital tray with an unappealing-smelling meal sitting beneath a plastic cover. She grimaced. The medication had made her nauseous and her mouth felt like the Mojave.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”
She turned back toward a pair of concerned green eyes under a shock of reddish brown hair. She tried to smile but knew it didn't look too convincing.
Drew took her hand in his. “Alyssa, we need to talk.”
“What is it?” she asked, alarmed at his serious tone.
“It's about
