Riley awoke to a conversation around her. She vaguely recalled Patrick climbing into the backseat of a car with her before she had fallen asleep, or passed out, she wasn’t sure. Her whole body still hurt terribly and she struggled to open her eyes.
“We need to call him,” Patrick was insisting.
“Penny said she didn’t want him called,” Lana replied. “It’s her decision.”
“We told him we’d call if she got worse.” Max sounded stressed.
“How long has she been sick?” Wesley demanded. “You all seem to know this has been going on.”
Patrick sighed. “She’s been sick since she got here. It’s been getting worse all week.”
“Why the hell didn’t I know about this?” Wesley exclaimed.
“I didn’t want you to know.” Riley forced her eyes open. She swallowed, wincing at her painfully dry throat.
She was
