Jessica's POV I've been checking on Eve every hour. Bringing food she wouldn't eat, water she barely touched, asking questions she answered in monosyllables or not at all. Three days of watching my best friend disappear into herself. Day four, I went in at noon with toast and tea and found her on the bathroom floor. "Eve!" I dropped everything and knelt next to her. She was conscious, barely, her skin pale and clammy, eyes unfocused. "What happened? Did you fall?" "I got dizzy," she mumbled. "Stood up too fast." "When's the last time you ate something?" She didn't answer. "Eve, when did you last eat?" "Yesterday maybe. I don't remember." "Jesus Christ." I helped her sit up, leaned her against the bathtub. "Stay here. Don't move." I grabbed my phone and called our doctor. Dr. Rivers, the one Eve and I both used, the one who'd squeeze us in for emergencies. "I need an appointment," I said when the receptionist answered. "Today. Now. My friend collapsed." "Is she conscious
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