Right before I blacked out, I saw Bella fumbling with her phone, shouting, "Call an ambulance!"
Arthur's face was sheet-white as he scrambled for tissues to press against my forehead.
The paper soaked through with blood, and he grabbed another, his hands shaking.
His mouth moved as if he were calling my name, but I couldn't hear a thing.
The world seemed to be on mute. The scene blurred, and finally, there was only white.
When I woke up again, I was alone in the hospital room.
The fluorescent light overhead was blindingly white, and the air reeked of disinfectant.
I tried to move, but a sharp pain shot through my forehead, and my lower back joined in, feeling as though someone were tugging me from both sides at once.
My phone was on the pillow, showing a few unread messages.
I tap
