Riley was laying in the hospital bed, watching the heart monitor beside her. She had no medical training, but she was pretty sure that what she was watching was bad. She curled her hands into fists, digging her nails into her palms so hard she wouldn’t have been surprised to find herself bleeding. She desperately wanted to see Kent and her resolve about not calling him was crumbling.
She had been taken down for test after test all day. Lana came in repeatedly to check on her, but with no news. The pain and nausea were getting worse and no medication seemed to take the edge off. Rose was completely unreachable and Riley was worried. The last time she had gone this long without talking to Rose was right after Paul rejected her.
The door opened and Patrick walked in, carrying a plate of toa
