He woke up screaming.
His heart was pounding when he woke up but it was nothing compared to the pounding on his bedroom door. With a groan, he got up from his bed, his head throbbing with a serious headache from the amount of alcohol he consumed last night. On the other side of the door stood a frantic Hazel and all he wanted to do was yell at his step-sister for waking him up.
“Something happened to Juliet.”
The mention of Emerson’s grandmother was a far better reliever from the pain that his hangover brought. “What happened?”
“I don’t know. Hannah called. She was frantic and begging me to take over Emerson’s shift. She told me that they rushed Juliet into the intensive care unit,” Hazel informed him. Hazel wasn’t close with Emerson but she felt bad about the girl with what’s happenin
