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Amy is driving, and I am her passenger. It is really dark, as Garrett said. I didn't check the time, but he had said it was seven in the evening earlier, so it must be past eight or something now. We left the frat house some minutes ago, and Amy dropped Alex at his apartment. The road headlights were so brutal that I had my face down, my palms pressing on my eyes the whole time.
"You sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" she asks, and I nod, not wanting to talk much. "Okay."
The drive continues silently for another minute until I feel us stopping.
"Are we home?" I ask.
"No, stay here. I will grab you aspirin or something," she says, and I hum.
That's actually thoughtful of her.
Returning, she enters with a sigh. After shutting the door, she gently pats my back, a to
