CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
I
didn’t get Aaron’s phone, but I ended up at the school clinic.
My head throbbed. Between my eyes, I felt as if a vein would pop any moment. I propped myself from the stringy bed, grimacing, and leaned my head against the pillow. The smell of disinfectants was the first thing that assaulted my senses, making me scrunch up my nose. The room was devoid of beauty, with no decorations except a calendar hung on the cream colored wall.
“She's awake,” Aaron said.
I turned and saw him sitting on a chair beside my bed. His eyes were as if he'd been crying for hours. I smiled. He must’ve been scared, scared he had hurt me. I never imagined ending up in a clinic. As children, my sister and I were treated with herbs. I only went to a hospital was when my dad and sister were dy
