Page 195 of Fame & Chaos

And all I can think about is Indi.

I hope she’s okay.

“I love you, Caleb.” Her voice drifts through the fog, faint but real enough to make something inside me fight harder.

Indi.

I need to get to her. I need to see her. I need to know she’s really here and not another cruel trick my mind is playing on me. The fog lifts slightly when I hear her gentle sobs, and that sound breaks something in me, adding a whole new kind of pain to the agony already tearing through my body.

I try to move, but fire shoots through my left side, making me groan.

“Caleb?” Indi asks, panic threading through her voice.

“Indi,” I murmur, my eyes still closed.

“I’m right here, baby. I’m right here. Can you open your eyes?”

That’s all the push I need. Forcing every bit of strength I have into it, I drag my eyes open. The room is dim, everything blurry at first, but then her face slowly comes into focus.

My angel.

Only she looks wrecked.

Her eyes are swollen from crying, her face pale and exhausted, and seeing her like that hurts almost as much as whatever’s going on with my body.

“Indi,” I whisper.

Her bottom lip trembles before she bursts into tears. “Oh God, Caleb. You’re awake.” She brings a hand to her face like she’s trying to hide how hard she’s crying.

I lift my arm, even though every muscle aches, because I need to touch her. Right now, more than anything, I need to know she’s real. My fingers brush her arm, and she breaks completely, sinking back into the chair while clinging to my hand so tightly it hurts.

I don’t care.

“Where am I?” I murmur, blinking quickly as I try to pull myself together. Everything is foggy, painful, and confusing, but from the look on Indi’s face, it’s bad.

What the hell happened?

“You’re in the hospital,” she says, wiping at her cheeks. “You were in a car accident. Do you remember anything?”

I swallow hard, my brows pulling together as I bring my hand toward my head. The second my fingers touch the sore spot, I flinch from the sting.

“You have a laceration there,” she says, slipping straight into nurse mode. “Twelve stitches. Don’t touch it.”

I exhale and lower my hand until it rests against her arm again. “Last thing I remember, I was at Aston’s. I was drunk.” My chest tightens with dread. “Did I drive drunk?”

Her face softens, but she nods. “Yeah. If you drove from Oxfordshire, you nearly made it all the way here. You were found about five minutes from the hospital.”

A flash of memory cuts through the fog.

The dream.

Indi calling me.

The need to get to her.

“I think I was coming here to find you,” I whisper.

Her eyes widen, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “Really?”