I should have known something was wrong the moment I opened my eyes.

My room was spinning, my body burning from the inside out. The comforter felt like a furnace, and every bone in my body ached as if I'd been run over by a truck. I groaned and turned to reach for my phone, barely managing to slide it off the nightstand.

9:07 AM.

Crap. I was supposed to be in class.

The door creaked open, and Sloane walked in. "Kim?" Sloane's voice drifted in, muffled. "Finally, you're awake."

"Barely ...