I pause.
That’s a fair point.
WhatamI going to do?
Yell? Moan for help?
They’d barely hear me over the jackhammer noises coming from upstairs.
I really need to talk to whoever my new neighbor is.
Eventually.
Preferably, when I can stand without blacking out.
Emmy and Celeste each grab an arm.
“Okay,” Emmy says. “On three.”
“No sudden movements,” I warn, already bracing.
They try.
I scream.
They drop me.
“New plan.” Emmy steps back. “We slide.”
“We arenotsliding her,” Celeste protests.
“We aredefinitelysliding her.”
I am, in fact, slid.
After some bribery involving coffee from my favorite coffee place and a promise of that margarita I so badly need, I am finally upright.
I look down at myself. “You are not bringing me to the ER like this. These are fluffy pajamas.”
Celeste smirks. “You’re immobile.”
“I don’t care. You’re my best friends. You’re both dressing me, underwear and all. I refuse to be wheeled into triage like this.”
Emmy sighs. “I knew today was going to be weird.”
Celeste grins. “I’ve waited years to put your bra on for you.”
“Touch me wrong,” I warn, “and I’ll bite.”
Three
Everyone was right.
I neededallthe drugs.
They’re incredible.
Earlier, a doctor tried to move me, but I made an animalistic sound, so she immediately stopped, nodded once, and said, “Okay. No more of that.”
