28Jessie“Ouch.” I couldn’t help but wince when I felt the sting of alcohol on my scalp.
“Sorry,” Traci murmured. “I’ll have you cleaned up soon. It’s not deep. Hardly anything.”
“Head wounds always bleed more,” I said.
Erica snorted from her seat across from me. “Yeah, no kidding.” She’d needed stitches, though. My cut wasn’t anything a few butterfly bandages couldn’t handle.
I ached all over—the sting of my scalp was nothing compared to my bruised tailbone, aching arms and legs. My jaw hurt so much that it was tough to speak. Even my throat hurt from screaming. Still, I wouldn’t let go of Gina. She was curled up in my lap, a warm, limp body in the middle of sleep. I wasn’t sure I would ever let go of her. Not after we came so close to losing her.
When I pulled up at the clubhouse wit
