I follow the nurse down a long hallway, my heart in my throat. All the worst-case-scenario images race through my mind. What will she look like? Is she hooked up to a bunch of machines? Will she even recognize me? Is she still drunk? My thoughts run on a continuous loop, and I can't focus. It doesn't help that I'm so completely rattled by seeing Grayson. I should be happy he finally spoke to me, but I'm not. Our conversation hasn't solved anything, and I'm more hurt than ever. ...