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I’m doing my best to remain positive, but I still can’t believe something so terrible has happened to me. It’s not something that happens to an average girl in real life. Books and movies, sure. I just can’t wrap my head around this reality. And I’m so tired.
At the doctor’s—and Cash’s—orders, I’ve taken a week to study at home. It’s not ideal, but after relaying my gruesome misfortune to my professors, I’d been assured remaining home for the week was no big deal. I hadn’t even had the energy to argue the order. I’d been so exhausted when I came to after being so violently ill and then medically sedated, that I’d happily accepted Cash’s offer to speak with my professors on my behalf. By the end of the day, I’d received emails from all my professors assuring me my lectures and assignments would be sent daily via email.
Unable to focus on my laptop or the assignment I’m nearly finished, I close my laptop and sink into the couch. I fall into a deep, heavy, dreamless sleep within seconds.
I wake to the buzzing of my phone, groggily reaching for where it sits on the coffee table. The sky is dark outside the condo and for a moment, I’m confused. Ihaven’t spoken to the doctor about the confusion yet, but it’s been happening. Sometimes, especially after waking, it takes a moment for me to absorb my reality.
The phone buzzes again and I startle as I look down to see Cash’s name on my screen. Four missed calls and five text messages.
I swallow a dry lump in my throat and tap into the text stream.
CASH
How are you?
Kitten?
I’m picking up dinner. What do you want?
Wrenlee, I’ve called. No answer. Call me.
Baby, I’m worried…
Sorry. I fell asleep.
He texts back instantly.
CASH
Phone on silent?
It hadn’t been on silent, but I lie and say it was. I’vebeen sleeping heavy.
Yeah. Oops.
I don’t like lying, and don’t make a habit of it. But Cash has been worried since I got—sick. By worried, I mean he’s been overbearing to a point of being obnoxious. If I weren’t so agreeable to staying in the condo, I’m not sure how he’d react. Tie me up? Lock me in my room?
To keep me safe, I’m not entirely certain he wouldn’t go to an extreme like that.
I’m also not sure how I feel about that.
CASH
You hungry?
I can eat.
What do you want?
I’m not picky.
My phone starts to ring. Cash’s name lights the screen and I swallow another dry lump in my throat as I answer. “Cash…”
“Kitten,” he returns in his deep, rough, pebble-my-flesh voice. “You’re being difficult.”
“Pray tell, how am I being difficult?”
I think I hear him smile. “Food, Wrenlee. What kind of food do you want for dinner?”
