WINTER
I don't know how long I've been out, but when I open my eyes, I'm in a hospital room that's so fancy, even the IV drip looks designer. Seriously...if this is what passing out gets me, I might start doing it more often.
Except… there are like twenty faces staring at me. Right in my face. No personal space. Just eyeballs. Everywhere.
My heart skips...
Wait. Mike. Olivia. And—great—Mr. Tall and Rude is here too, standing in a corner like a Greek statue sculpted out of arrogance.
Olivia's got that smug "oops, did I push her?" look. Mike is fuming like I broke his heart. The rude guy's expression? Blank. Like I'm interrupting his lunch break. Everyone else is just rubbernecking like this is a Netflix premiere.
I consider throwing a slipper. But then I remember...
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