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Coming to St. Bart’s, avenging my sister, all of it brought some sort of method to the madness of my life. Doing this gave me a purpose outside of partying and the idle pursuits of someone who wants to act tough, but knows there’s always a safety net to keep her from hitting the bottom.
If I leave, what will I have left?
God, I’m pathetic.
The best thing that I can do for myself is leave all of this behind. Especially Drake Van Koch.
I hate that my chest aches when I think about him. I hate that, even now, the memory of him feels imprinted on my skin in a way that I won’t ever forget.
I hate that he is the thing I’ll miss most when I leave here because he doesn’t deserve it.
The dayshift nurse comes in with a breakfast tray, her stoic expression a welcome relief compared to the ray of sunshine I had to deal with last night.
“I think you’re getting discharged tomorrow,” she says pleasantly, setting the tray down on the nearby table. “Do you have someone who can come and pick you up?”
“Not exactly. I can’t just call a cab, or something?”
“That should be fine.” She glances down at the clipboard that I haven’t touched since the night nurse left it there. “Have you had a chance to fill out these forms.”
My hands clench under the blanket. “Not yet, sorry.”
“You’re going to need to do that if you want to get out of here anytime soon.” She cast me a significant glance. “I’d love to be able to put a name besides Jane Doe on your discharge paperwork.”
I just nod without looking at her. “Got it.”
“I’ll be back in a little bit to get the tray.”
That clipboard sits there taunting me as I lean over to pick up the muffin from my breakfast tray.
I don’t really have a choice at this point. If I put Olivia’s name down on the forms, hopefully my father will just pay the bill without looking at it too closely. Even if he does, maybe he’ll assume that the dates of service are a mistake.
Regardless, I’ll be long gone by then.
Not that I even have the money for a cab.
Coming to a decision, I grab my phone and lever myself off the bed. Not only is the reception better near the window, but hopefully less sound will filter from the hallway.
I just have to hope that no announcements go over the loudspeaker before I get off this call.
Anya answers on the first ring.
“Olivia? Oh my God, is that you?”
“Um...hey.”
“It’s so good to hear from you.” Her voice is high-pitched, like she is trying not to scream into the receiver. “Jesus, you just disappeared. You had me worried sick!”
I can only imagine how it looked when she went out for ice cream and came back to find me gone in the middle of the night. “Sorry, I just had to get away from…everything. You know how it is.”
“I get it. I’m just glad you’re okay. Next time leave me a note, or something.”
“I will. To be honest, I really wasn’t thinking straight.”
“No, I totally get it. I can’t even imagine what must have been going through your head after all that. I’m just glad you’re safe.”
“Me, too.”
“Are you home for break?”
