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The doctor left me with more instructions than I could hold onto.
Rest. Drink water. Do not try to walk alone. Tell someone immediately if the headache got worse or I became nauseated. The nurse repeated most of it while checking my IV, then helped me sit higher against the pillows and waited long enough to make sure the room stayed where it belonged.
I hated how weak I felt.
Seven days.
That number kept circling back no matter what else I tried to think about. Seven days since Havoc had taken my phone. Seven days since I had been lying on the floor of my tattoo room.
Seven days since Millie had known I was gone.
“Think you can stand?” the nurse asked.
“I think so.”
Nixx moved from the wall immediately.
The nurse pointed at him without even looking. “You stay right there, mat
