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Trying to sit up, I was blocked by crippling pain that radiated from both my back and

chest down to my toes and shifted my neck back down.

What happened?

The last thing I could remember was cacti and pain. Did I walk into a cactus? That

doesn¡¯t seem like me. Did I relapse? No. I¡¯d feel way worse than I do. What the fuck

happened?

Right as I was about to begin believing I was in purgatory, my eyes began adjusting to

the darkness. Although I couldn¡¯t see much, I recognized the wooden beams of my

ceiling.

Something stirred to my right. I thought I was alone. Startled, I choked on my deep

breath, and let out a quiet cough. Floral fragrances grew stronger as the movement

continued and I realized that even with the pain, I must have still been dreaming.

¡°Shh, I know it¡¯s hard, but try not to cough.¡±

Silk hands grazed my bare chest, and slowly, I made out a few wisps of blond hair.

¡°Samantha?¡±

¡°Yeah. Hi.¡± I could hear her smile.

¡°What¡­ what are you doing here?¡±

¡°You don¡¯t remember?¡± she asked gently.

¡°I remember you leaving¡­¡±

A breath exhaled out of her nose and her fingers moved to my forehead. ¡°Yeah¡­ a lot

has happened since then.¡±

I wrinkled my forehead, using what I had of my energy to gain any recollection. ¡°What

time is it?¡±

¡°More like, what day is it?¡±

In response, I raised an eyebrow on my already confused face. A little giggle escaped

from her.

¡°It¡¯s, uh.¡± She stretched in a way I couldn¡¯t possibly in my state. ¡°Two AM.¡±

¡°Oh¡­¡± I pondered. ¡°That¡¯s not bad.¡±

¡°On Saturday morning.¡±

I almost shot my head around to her but made do with flinching. ¡°It can¡¯t be Saturday.

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