"You can handle it?" Phoebe poked me lovingly. “You didn't tell me about being rushed to the emergency room last night."

I touched my nose sheepishly.

She caught me. I had glossed over that part earlier, not wanting to worry her unnecessarily.

Even though I was fine now, I knew how upsetting it must have been for her to hear.

If I’d been completely honest, she probably wouldn’t have let me stay at the hospital at all.

She was already so busy, and now she ...