Chapter 4

Saline dripped through the clear IV tubing, drop by drop, into my vein.

I opened my eyes and stared at the white ceiling.

The fever had broken, but my body felt hollowed out, every breath pulling at a dull ache in my chest.

There was a bruise on the back of my hand from the IV. I stared at it, thinking how ridiculous it all was.

The door to the hospital room opened. Andrew walked in, wearing that crumpled shirt, his eyes bloodshot.

He stopped by the bed and looked down at me. "Luna spent the whole night up on…