Blanche's POV
I was lying in the hospital bed when my phone buzzed with a text from Amara: "Quinton and Amber are here."
My heart sank. I quickly typed back asking her to stall them while I tried to figure out what to say.
But before I could come up with anything, I heard familiar voices approaching down the corridor. Through my partially open door, I caught fragments of their conversation with Amara.
"Where's Blanche?" Quinton's voice was sharp, demanding.
"Quinton, honestly, Blanche just fell asleep. Maybe we shouldn't disturb her right now?" Amara's careful tone told me she was trying to protect me.
"Seriously, what's going on with Blanche?" Quinton pressed harder.
I held my breath, knowing Amara was running out of ways to deflect his questions.
