Chapter 21
I lay on my back, wide awake, staring up at the ceiling. I was back in First Aid, which had become very familiar to me.
I’d tried to sleep through this. I’d tried to go on a shopping spree. But I knew, deep down, that I couldn’t spend my whole life this way—avoiding things and hiding and distracting myself. I knew it was time to go.
I pushed myself up to sitting and picked up my bag.
Nurse Helen stuck her head into the room and smiled when she saw me upright. “Feeling better?”
I nodded. “Thanks. I think I just needed a moment.”
“I’m glad. You’ll want to have fun while you still have time!
” She gave me a smile before heading out, and I just sat there for a moment, taking in her words.
Thinking about all the things I’d never done because I didn’t have the time—and flashing to the keyboard under my bed, the one that came with me on every move, but that I’d never really learned to play.
It hit me that time was suddenly something that I had a lot of.
So what did I want to do with it?