Rain's POV:
"Rain. Wake up."
The voice drags through my sleep like a hook.
Dane?
No.
Too rough and throaty.
"Rain—goddamn it, wake up."
A sharp smack lands on my cheek, hard enough to yank me out of the dark.
I gasp and suck in air as the world snaps into place.
Living room.
Floor.
Cold seeping through my back.
Pizza boxes lie scattered around me, lids half-collapsed, grease dried into dull orange stains.
Half a pizza sits forgotten in one box, cheese stiff, crust thick and chalky.
My head pounds.
"What—" My voice comes out hoarse.
"How did I—"
Jake looms above me, that device clutched in one hand, eyes flicking between the screen and the room like he's counting seconds.
"Rain, I need to be somewhere," he says tightly.
"You have to go to the hospital."
He steps over me and crouches beside Dahlia, who's curled on the floor near the couch, knees tucked up, hair tangled around her face.
"What?" I push myself up on my elbows.
The room tilts.
