ALLISON'S POV
There is a full military operation happening inside my skull. That’s the only explanation for the pounding, the pressure, and the way it feels like my head might split open any second. I groan and roll onto my side, reaching blindly for my plushie out of habit but….nothing.
My brows knit. Where is Miu Miu?
I force my eyes open, squinting against the dull ache behind them, and freeze. A hockey wall art stares back at me.
I blink once, then again. What the hell?
Since when do I own something like this?
I jolt upright, my head throbbing as the blanket slides down my body, and a sharp gasp escapes me.
Something is wrong. Very wrong.
I clutch the blanket to my chest, my heart hammering violently as my eyes dart around the room, only to be assaulted by hockey everywhere I
