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I round the corner , my feet dragging . My heart is pummelling against my chest , my cheeks red with concern . I stop in front of the wooden door and lift my hand , knocking softly , as if not to wake Sage — even though she can’t . My mind refuses to believe that my friend is lying unconscious on the bed . Muffled sounds filter from the other side of door and I hold my breath , preparing myself for seeing Sage . The doorknob rattles and I hear the click . Slowly , it swings open and I stare up at Jasper’s worn out face , his expression dire with apprehension . “Hey .” I whisper , shifting on my feet . He leans against the door , sifting his fingers through his unruly hair , dark circles underneath hi
