I lay motionless, every inch of my body weighed down by exhaustion. Outside the bedroom door, I could hear them.
Jason and Jerry, discussing my condition in hushed tones.
I strained to catch snippets of their conversation, words like "dosage" and "observing" drifting through the crack. They sounded calm and steady, but to me, it felt more like they were plotting my imprisonment.
Then I noticed it.
Jason's phone rested on the seat where he usually sat while keeping watch over me. The screen glowed, a recent message half-typed, abandoned in his haste to follow Jerry. My heart thundered in my chest, adrenaline surging through my veins.
This was my chance.
Ignoring the throbbing pain in my stitched hand, I dragged myself to the edge of the bed, fingers outstretched toward the phone. I trembled, fighting to steady my breath.
My mind raced as I navigated to the contacts list.
Nelson.
He was my only hope. After the heated argument with Jason days ago, I clung to the belief that Nelson would n
