Sophia's face was hot and damp—at some point, tears had streamed down her cheeks.
On the way here, the suffocating atmosphere in the car had nearly made her breathless. She had kept asking what had happened to him, what exactly was going on.
She hadn't even had the courage to voice her questions to Mandy and the others—at least, not until they arrived at the hospital.
She hated seeing him lying in a hospital bed. Absolutely hated it.
The last time he had an allergic reaction, she had watched him lying there, an IV drip in his hand, oxygen mask over his face, and her heart had twisted in pain.
If he wanted to see her, there were so many ways to do it. Why did he have to make Joey and the others lie about his condition just to lure her here?
This was too much. It felt like he was toying with her feelings, testing her over and over again just to see how much she could take.