My pulse is jumping.
The tightness in my chest threatens to pull me out of the dream, but I fight to ignore it.
Finn backs off again.
Beeep!
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, hoping I’m louder in a dream than my watch is.
Dream Finn curses. “J.”
My hands are up around his neck so I can see my watch face.
It’s orange.
Beeep!
“J!” Finn’s voice sounds panicked. But it also sounds like it’s coming from far away.
The world grows hazy again.
I flop back into the pillows as everything goes black.
Chapter Fifty-Two
J
I wake up with a start. Sunlight creeps under the drawn curtains over the glass doors.
A tingle lingers on my lips.
Oh, my gosh.
I was having a dirty dream about Finn of all people.
My eyes flash to the side of the bed where Finn was sleeping with his back to me last night.
But this isn’t Finn’s bed.
I raise my hand and notice that a plastic tube moves with me.
“What the…” A heart monitor stands at my left, and a bag hangs upside down from an IV pole, dripping fluid into my body.
This isn’t Finn’s room.
“Oh.Oh. Finally, you’re up.” A frazzled woman pops to her feet. It’s Martina. “How are you feeling?”
“What…” My eyes dart between the heart monitor and the IV line. “Why am I in the hospital?”
“Early this morning, your heart…” She flails her hands as she explains. “You had a serious pal… pal…”
“Palpitation?”
“Yes.” She snaps her fingers. “I called the doctor. The one with the glasses. He came right away and said you must go to the hospital.”
“Really?” I try to sit up.
Martina runs to help me. She fluffs the pillows behind my back and holds my arm, supporting me as I wiggle my way to a sitting position.
