EVERYTHING HURT.
It was the first thought that swam up through the fog. Whatever party Bliss had gone to last night must have been something wild.
Who convinced her to go?
Her mouth was dry, and someone had let a herd of elephants loose in her head. It must be the landscapers. They always seemed to mow the tiny patch of grass outside her bedroom window for half an hour. They had the worst timing.
The bed lurched, and Bliss reached out to catch herself. Her hand smacked into a metal bar. Light stabbed her bleary eyes.
This wasn't her bedroom.
She gasped for breath and blinked away the crud matting her eyelashes.
This could not be happening.
No, no, no.
Bits of last night teased her memory, but she hurt so bad.
What was going on? Was she going to die?
Across from her, shelves line
