I was wracked with pain when I woke up at dawn. Still, there was still no one beside me. The body donation application form remained on the bedside table.
Last night, the pain had overwhelmed me and I had passed out without tidying up. If Zac had returned to our room, he would have discovered everything. A cold realization hit me and I dialed his number.
Zack answered with a heavy, drunken voice. "Hello, who is it? Liz … are you awake? I'm seeing some friends off; I'll be right back. You, wait for me … "
I let out a bitter laugh. What was I so worried about earlier? I had feared he might see the organ donation form.
Last night, he was comforting someone else's sorrow with his new bride. How could he possibly waste such a romantic wedding night on a useless person like me? Zac wouldn't even bother stepping into my room. Even if I plastered my body donation form on my forehead, he wouldn't care.
Carmen's sweet, slightly muffled voice interrupted Zac's panicked explanation as if to confirm my suspicions. "It's freezing! Zac, stop hogging the blanket!"