Rae stirred gently, the weight of exhaustion still heavy on her limbs. Her head felt foggy, but the dryness in her mouth and the gnawing emptiness in her stomach were stronger this time—clear signs her sugar was dipping again, though not crashing like before. Blinking against the dim morning light, she turned her head and realized she wasn’t alone.
Remi was curled up on one side of her, an arm slung protectively across Rae’s legs, and Del was nestled against her other side, softly snoring with her hand still lightly wrapped around Rae’s wrist, like she’d been checking her pulse in her sleep.
Rae’s voice came out hoarse. “Remi… Del…”
No answer.
She nudged them both with her elbows, eyes still half-lidded. “Hey. Juice. I need juice.”
Remi jolted upright, blinking wildly like she was rea
