Underground
everything up?” “You won’t know if you don’t try,” he replied. “Wes, stop being a girl and decide. You already have an answer. Just tell me what it is.” I opened my mouth, but my words got stuck in my throat. Finn was right, I did have an answer, but I couldn’t get it out. My throat felt like I swallowed my tongue and like I was choking. I tried to speak, but it was incoherent, and then, Finn was gone. I searched all around the room and ran out into the hallway, but Finn was nowhere to be seen. I rushed back inside the morgue, hoping that Finn came back, but I had no luck. My throat stopped hurting and my legs took me straight to the drawers. I looked at Caroline’s name, but I didn’t dare open the drawer because I was scared of what I would find. I didn’t want this for us. I didn’t want this for her. Caroline had always been one of those people who deserved the world, and she would never get it if she died. I could never help her get it if I was dead. “Finn?” I called out, but I got no response. “Finn, I want to go back!” I decided. “I don’t want to be here!” The room was silent. I stood by the drawers, desperately hoping that Finn would reappear and tell me what to do next, but he never came back. Nothing happened and I realized that I was too late. “This can’t be happening,” I said as my knees went weak and I fell to the floor. “This can’t be happening,” I repeated, wrapping my arms around my knees and rocking back and forth. “Wes?” “This can’t be happening. This can’t be—” A loud buzzing rang in my ears, making me stop midsentence. I stopped moving and squeezed my eyes shut. I assumed I was dying in that moment and I was just waiting for the pain. But. But it never came. The buzzing was replaced with a constant beeping noise and I was taken aback. Slowly, I opened my eyes only to be met with blurry vision. I blinked a few times to clear it and when my eyes focused, I found myself in a hospital room. My throat burned and my limbs felt heavy and my head hurt like a bitch, but I was alive. “Wes?” I turned my head and saw Caroline at my bedside. She was sitting in a wheelchair and was wearing a hospital gown. There was a cast on her arm with hundreds of stars drawn on it and a bandage on her cheek, but 34