Curled on the tile, shaking like a fever dream, veins bulging in my forehead—I bashed my skull against the floor, clang after sickening clang.
Joseph... he really wanted me gone. For good.
Black swallowed me whole this time, a long, dreamless drop.
When I surfaced? Itch and ache everywhere, but my chest—oh, that was a bonfire, sweat beading cold.
I twitched to sit—nurse dove in, pinning me, eyes bugging. "Whoa, easy! You just came out of a ticker swap—can't thrash yet!"
My skull exploded. "What?!"
"Heart graft, hon. Didn't you sign off on donating yours to that Zoe she-wolf?"
Blank. Buzzing static in my head, like a hive on fire.
Slow, I reached for my chest, fingers trembling.
Nurse swatted me gentle. "Nuh-uh—fresh pump in there, all synthetic. Got a list of do's and don'ts a mil
