6
“NIKKI.”
My eyes fluttered open against the brightness of a hospital room. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I noticed an I.V. sticking out of my arm. The other was bandaged and sore.
“Good, you’re awake.”
I turned toward the sound of my mother’s voice. I was still groggy and it took me a few seconds to respond. “Mom,” I whispered.
She smiled sadly. “The doctor said you’ll be fine, honey. You sprained your wrist, have a few bruised ribs, and a concussion, but other than that, we can take you home as soon as you feel up to it.”
I licked my lips. They felt like sandpaper. “What about Duncan?”
She gave me a puzzled look. “What about Duncan?”
“We...we were in his truck. It flipped...”
She shook her head in confusion. “No. Nathan found you out on the lawn. He tried waking you, but yo
