Gabriel’s brows knitted. “Where’ve you been anyway? Sabrina said you went to a party after dinner. You weren’t here when she needed you! That’s selfish.”
I laughed, bitter and hollow. “Right. A party.”
Then I hurled the hospital discharge file at them.
“There. That’s where I was. The hospital. You left me out in the rain. I walked home through a thunderstorm. I got hit by a car.”
“What…?” Nathan stammered, shocked. “You were in the hospital?”
“I thought you were with friends…” Gabriel mumbled, confused. “Sabrina said—”
“Of course she did,” I snapped. “It’s always Sabrina, isn’t it?”
Before they could speak further, a piercing scream echoed down the hallway.
“Help! Nathan, Gabriel—it hurts! Please!”
Sabrina. Of course. Always Sabrina.
I didn’t wait to see their reaction. I turned, crossed the threshold, and walked away.
My body ached all over, every muscle screaming for rest. Instead of leaving the room as I had intended, I stayed anchored to the bed, letting the dull pain hold me in place.
I didn’t cry. There were no tears left to shed.
When I opened my eyes again, sunlight spilled through the curtains, warm on my skin. And there, at the foot of the bed, were Nathan and Gabriel.