Celina shook her head, her eyes swollen and red from crying.

“I don’t want to sleep… I need to know how he’s doing… please…”

Zoe held her hand tightly.

“You’re not going to sleep—you’re just going to breathe a little easier. Trust us, friend. You need to calm down or they’ll end up admitting you too.”

The nurse approached with a prepared syringe. Celina hesitated, but when she glanced at the monitor beside her—her heartbeat wild and erratic—she finally nodded weakly.

The prick was quick. The wa