Caroline woke up to a throbbing headache and an overwhelming sense of embarrassment the next day. She sat upright on the bed, holding her head between her palms. Even the faintest stream of daylight that passed through the narrow curtain gap made her wince.
Remembering her snarly comments and trademark obligation - speech, she couldn't help but reassess her relationship with the staff of Seattle High, but most importantly with Dr. Van.
'That glorifying drunken conversation.'
"Argghhh…." she groaned and pulled her hair between her fingers before leaping out of bed. She wanted to head straight to her washroom but stopped mid-path as her feet landed on a fabric.
Lifting the neon-colored jacket in her hand, she wondered, 'What is Dr. Van's jacket doing here? Did he put me to sleep?'
And everything came flashing back, not in a slow progression, but in a rapid burst that nearly assaulted her thought process.
