Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Her head was splitting and that incessant alarm clock was about to hit a wall. Lifting her arm to press the snooze button, a pinching sensation tugged at the inside of her elbow. Her eyes snapped open.
This wasn’t her room.
“Are you awake?”
Her head twisted into the direction of Mason’s voice. He was sitting on a very uncomfortable-looking chair next to the bed–the hospital bed Olivia had just woken from. “Why am I in the hospital?”
“Alcohol poisoning,” he said while staring at his folded hands in front of him. Folded was an understatement–he was staring at his clenched hands. “I found you laying in a pool of your own vomit. Took you to the hospital.” The utter disappointment she saw on his face was eating away at her. His entire body was vibrating with so
