“You better have a good reason for waking me up at three a.m.,” I grunted, closing my eyes and falling back into my mattress. “Nick, I need you to come…Noah’s in bad shape,” she said. I got up, suddenly tense, and turned on the light. “What is it? Is she hurt?” I said, crossing the room, already looking for something to wear. “She’s been throwing up for like half an hour. She’s totally shit-faced.” I cursed and grabbed my keys. “Tell me the address.”
