Blair’s POV

I lean my head against the back wall and stare at the ceiling. I know my scrubs are covered in some odd, sticky fluid, but I refuse to think about it right now. It was another car accident, but it was with some kind of home-catering truck this time. I don’t know the difference between the stain the sauce, motor oil, and blood are making. And is there cake in my hair?

Gross.

And I like cake!

Everything is staining me in some odd, ...