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I’d stay awake.

I could do it.

I’d have to do it.

Think of Shane.

Think of Harper. Justin.

Connor.

Claudia.

My mom.

My dad–oh man. They smashed my phone.

I was really screwed.

But…

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KALI

A wet nose and a pounding headache greeted me when I woke.

Arms swept under me, lifting me, and I was being carried/ran across a field. I looked up. “Wha–” It was Shane. He hugged me tighter. “Hold on, babe. I got you.”

Oh.

That sounded good.

Also, Shane!

I closed my eyes, resting my head against his chest and a feeling came over me. I’d be fine. I’d be safe. Everything would be okay. I’d never got that feeling from a guy. Ever. Even Harper. It was my job to reassure him, but with Shane–I was noting that here.

Then I remembered Aly.

“Aly!”

“Corvette’s got her. We need to get you to the hospital.”

Oh, good. That was all good.

“Babe.” We were still running.

“Hmm?”

“You shouldn’t fall asleep. You look like your head got hit.”

Right. Yes. I was concussed, very very sure to where I knew I was. My head was still hurting. And things were still woozy.

Still. Logic was kicking in. It’d be better if I stayed awake.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened to you? We’ve been looking all night for you.”

Yes. He would’ve had no idea.

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