"Are you sure?"
We suddenly hear some voices outside the door, and Carly anxiously peels herself off of me to compose herself.
I lean forward a bit and drop my voice. "I don't understand."
She shakes her head and grabs her coat. "I promise I'll be back but I have to go. There's things I have to take care of." She pauses at the door. "Im sorry."
As Carly leaves, the doctor comes in behind a nurse. Together they poke, prod, and question me over the next thirty minutes. The doctor tells me that I have a sprained wrist, a couple of bruised ribs, and a concussion. Other than that, he says the cuts and bruising will fade in the upcoming days.
I suppress a shiver. I glance over at Zach, who had slipped into the room a few minutes ago, and see the exhaustion and fatigue he's battling written
