Buzzzz, buzzz, buzz...
Isla awoke to the persistent vibrating of her phone.
Disoriented, she reached for it on the nightstand and squinted at the caller ID.
It was Maya.
Answering the call, Isla's eyes wandered around the room. Sunlight struggled past the curtains; it was already late in the morning.
With a raspy, "Maya?" she answered, her voice still heavy with sleep. "Good morning! How are you feeling?"
A relieved chuckle came through the receiver. "Hey Isla! I'm feeling much better, thanks for asking. They're actually releasing me from the ward today! But..." Maya's voice trailed off, a hint of worry creeping in. "Apparently, no one's coming to pick me up."
Isla's heart sank. Maya lived across town, relying on her family for transportation. The thought of her friend alone and vulnerable tugged at Isla's conscience.