Lacey felt like she was being smothered, a heavy weight upon her chest and body as she struggled to move, needing to breathe. She could feel her breathe coming in sharp short bursts as she began to panic, finally sitting up and opening her eyes even as she fought the urge to fall back down, her body incredibly weak.
Where was she? Her eyes blinked adjusting to the bright light as she glanced at the white wash walls and was that medical equipment? Lacey looked down and saw the hospital gown she was wearing, blankets thrown by her fight to get up at the end of the bed. Why was she here?
It came back to her. The cold she couldn't get rid of, Agnes ordering her to leave so that she wouldn't get sick, the miserable bus ride back to the school. She had gotten off, Lacey was certain but hadn't
