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JASON
Machines beeped and the smell of alcohol made my nose burn. I thought I’d wake up to a f*****g nightmare, but instead Ryan Griffin sat across a hospital room with a glum look on his face. I jerked up and the machines went on alert. Ryan rushed over and pushed me back down on the bed, but I grabbed his shirt, pulling him to me.
“Calm down, you i***t or they’ll pump you full of sedatives.”
“Where’s Aylee?”
Huffing, he jerked his shirt away from me and backed up. “We don’t know. The car she was taken in was found in a parking lot just down the road. It was one of Drake’s.”
“Does she have her g*n?”
“No, it was found in your car.”
“f**k!” I tried to run my hands through my hair, but couldn’t because there was a bandage and a zing of excruciating pain when I touched the back of
