I was laying in bed, staring at the ceiling when I heard the ringing. I rolled over to see Zak's contact picture flashing on the screen of my laptop as he called me. Sitting up, I ran my fingers through my tangled hair, and answered the video call.
Waving at him as he answered, I saw his brief smile before it dropped and morphed into a look of concern. It occurred to me as I caught a glimpse of myself in the upper corner of the screen that I had a deep cut and bruise on my face that came with an explanation I didn't want to give.
I cringed.
Here we go...
''What happened to your face?'' He signed fervently.
''Why are you hurt?''
''Calm down," I signed back. ''It's just a cut.''
He gave me an exasperated look.
''How did you get it?''
I bit my lip before sighing.
"I got hit in the
