A GLIMPSE INTO CLARA's LIFE
CLARA
I groaned, turning on the bed as the machine beeped.
"Hi, Miss Stone. Your recent lab results came in, and I'd like you to come in so we can discuss them in person. Are you available this afternoon?"
My eyes flew open, and the sleep vanished immediately. I rose from the bed slowly, kneading my temple. I winced as it throbbed slightly. Reaching for my phone on the nightstand, I sent a quick text to Doctor Morgan, telling him I'd be available. When I was done, I set the phone aside and looked at the state of my room.
A few bottles of beer were scattered on the floor, used cigarette butts were in the ashtray, and some unopened packs were on the table. The room reeked, and yeah, it was just me. I was the only one partying—no one else.
