“Good. That’s good. I’ll rest, and then I’ll be better. I toppled to the side. It’s
cold, but it’ll ... get ... better.
“Catalina.” A voice seeped through the haze. It was deep. Urgent.
My lips were cool and felt detached from my body, so I didn’t answer. “Fuck.” That voice again. Then, something warm fell on my forehead.
“Jesus, fuck. Catalina.”
I messed up. I ... knew. I had done something wrong, and I wanted to admit
it out loud to whoever was there, but all I accomplished was a mumble that didn’t really sound like ... anything.
“Hey.” That voice softened, no longer sounding angry.
And I ... I was so tired.
“Open those big brown eyes.”