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“Hey,” Beth whispered. “You awake?”
“No,” I moaned. It took a minute, but eventually I gave in and opened my eyes. My room was dark. “What time is it?”
“A little after seven.”
“At night?”
“Yeah.” Beth handed me a cup of hot chocolate. “You’ve been sleeping a long time, and . . . I thought you might want to get up for a while.”
The pain pills had knocked me out. Last time I looked, my knee was the size of Brazil. At least the doctor said I hadn’t reinjured it too badly. I’ll just have to wear the brace a lot longer.
I took a few sips of hot chocolate. I tasted a little coffee in there, too—perfect. My head was one big whooze. My teeth felt like they were covered in grass.
“He’s here,” Beth said.
A chill raced through me. For a second I thought she meant Alex. But that was imposs
