KATY'S POV
My foot keeps tapping against the hospital floor, faster with every passing second. I wipe my chin again, but it doesn’t help because the tears keep slipping down anyway. Allie’s in surgery for a spleen laceration after an awful car crash. A spleen laceration.
I press my hands together and breathe out slowly, but my heart’s racing, my fingers are trembling, and there’s this sour taste at the back of my throat that makes me want to throw up. Still, I keep telling myself to be strong. That’s what Allie would say if she was standing here instead of lying in that operating room.
“Oh God,” I whisper, leaning back against the wall of the surgical waiting area. I’m so terrified. I’ve never been this terrified in my entire life. Allie has to be okay. She has to.
My phone buzzes in
