It had been a long night for everyone on the bus. They'd all wanted to call the doctor's after-hours number, but Hannah had insisted she was not a special case and didn't need to be treated as such. She wanted to be normal. At one point, Garrett had actually raised his voice to her and then felt awful when silent tears streaked down her face as she made another run for the bathroom.
"It's eight in Nashville, Han. Call." Shell handed Hannah the phone and watched as she dialed with shaky hands.
"I think maybe I should have called last night," she croaked out, her throat sore and scratchy from the abuse it had taken.
"I know that, but I also know you have to come to your own conclusions. Just don't let Garrett hear you say that. He might kill you; I thought he was going to last night."
Ha
