"Is there someone we can call?" he asks. And I feel like there is, but for the life of me, I can't think of who. Bram is gone and Saba is gone and Yael might be too. Who else is there?
Nausea hits, fast, like a wave to the one with his back to it. And then there's vomit all over my b****y shirt. The nurse is quick with the basin, but not quick enough. He gives me a towel to clean myself. The doctor is saying something about nausea and concussions. There are tears in my eyes. I never learned to vomit without crying.
The nurse dries my face with another towel. “Oh, I missed a spot,” she says with a sweet smile. "There, on your watch."
On my wrist is a watch, shiny and gold. It is not mine. For the fastest time, I see it on a girl's wrist. I climb up the hand to a slender arm, a strong sho
