Page 131 of Lessons In Grey
My stomach growled painfully just as I caught my hands. Both wrapped in white bandages, confusion filling me. “What?”
“Mrow,” Sirius spoke up, sitting on the coffee table right in front of me.
I looked up, trying to catch my breath as the pain worked its way through me. “My bad, I didn’t realize you had aschedule,” I hissed, my entire body one dull ache.
She flicked her tail back and forth.
I glared at her. “You’re a dick, you know that?”
“Mrow.”
I frowned deeply and turned back to my hands, turning them back and forth, inspecting the white gauze. God, what did Ash, Syn, and I do last night?
I groaned and grabbed the edge of the couch. Okay. I had to pee, I had to get more water, brush my teeth, eat. So many things.
I took a few deep breaths and shoved myself to a stand.
My head immediately spun, causing me to sway on my feet. “Whoa,” I mumbled, holding my head. I swallowed, just standing for a moment until the world stopped spinning. I forced my eyes open, finding Sirius. “That doesn’t feel like a hangover. How long was I asleep?”
“Mrow.”
Useless.
“Snowflake.”
I jumped, spinning around, which was probably the worst thing I could have done in this state.
My hand found my head again as the world spun, nausea pushing its way up my throat. I closed my eyes, my head throbbing. Shit. My heart was racing as the single word dripped through me, the voice.
I forced my eyes open, trying to focus long enough to push the wave of dizziness away.
Rags was standing behind the couch, his hair disheveled, his stubble dark, his eyes exhausted, but there was rage there too. Quiet and deadly. Was he angry at me? What was he even doing here?
He was wearing a simple dark gray shirt and black sweats. “What the fuck,” I whispered, eyes filling. He wasn’t supposed to be here for another five days.
“Mrow.”
I tossed a hand at her, unable to look away from him. “What are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, but it’s Monday. Don’t you have to be there the entire two weeks? It’s mandated.”
He worked his jaw as he slowly made his way around the couch. “It’s Saturday,” he told me carefully, coming to a stop at the far end of it.
I released a laugh, shaking my head. “What are you talking about, it’s Monday.”
He took a slow step forward. “Baby, it’s Saturday,” he said again, the anger and pain growing.
I shook my head, confused, anger growing. “What are youtalking about?” I stressed, the panic building under my skin. “It’s fucking Monday. What are you doing here?” It was Monday. I was so sure of it. It was fucking Monday. Ash and Syn were here last night. We watchedBones, we drank, we had popcorn, they left. It was Monday.
“You got a concussion,” he explained, his voice gentle as he took a few steps forward and paused. “Your memory is fluctuating right now. We’ve already had this conversation twice before.”
I took another step back, unsure why. He was safe. Rags was safe, why was I trying to get away from him? “It’s fuckingMonday,” I snapped, my hands shaking, my entire being trembling. It couldn’t be Saturday. If it was Saturday, then…then what thefuckhappened to me? What happened to me? My eyes filled, my breathing labored. What the fuck happened to me?
“I came home almost two days ago, Emily,” he explained gently. “I gave you a shower, changed your clothes, gave you some Aspirin, put you back on the couch, and cleaned up the place.” He inhaled deeply. “It’s Saturday.”
I shook my head, tears filling my widened eyes, my hand gripping into the hair at my scalp, the pain pounding down my spine, my arm. What thefuckwas happening to me?
“I should have called sooner, I should have pushed when you said you were sick.”
I gaped. “When I fucking what?” I half sobbed. I shook my head, gasping for air that wouldn’t come. I fell back a step, catching myself on the arm of the couch.