Eyes wide, and thinking she must have hurt herself as well, I inquire, "What are you doing here?" How and why had she kept the same hairstyle after all these years when she changed it so often in the past? Long tiny braids that hung to her wide hips.
Something isn't right. I could feel it.
"Every day is the same with you," she said, rolling her eyes playfully. "Can't you wake up like normal people, Meg? You scared the hell out of me, again!"
Again? Lol, Zulu used to say this to me all the time back in our dorm. We used to be roomies but that was years ago. And way too long ago for her to be so casual- especially given the way we parted.
Maybe Zulu was letting bygones be bygones.
Where is Dr. Singh? I looked around, realizing I was in a dorm room and not in the wing of our private ward at the hospital, after a few seconds. A hand on my stomach while I got to my feet and my brain seemed to go into shock for a bit while Zulu, who seemed to not have aged at all, frowned. Bewildered I asked, "What? How did I get here?"
"Yeah, and then you went down like a sack of potatoes. You gave me a near heart attack, you know that?" she said, her tone lightening slightly. "You need to take better care of yourself."
"Where's my phone?" I asked, panic rising, searching the semi-familiar room as I thought of Gabe and the chaos of yesterday. My stomach pain- the baby! Bending forward, I scrutinize between my legs. No blood? What am I even wearing? Fishnet? I haven't worn this since... I can't even remember when.
"Chill, it's right here." She used her chin to signal towards a tiny table next to my bed where a cell phone- not mine lay next to a half bottle of peanut punch- my eyes widened. How did I know this when the cup was unlabeled? Plain brown with a straw protruding out from the covered lid. I pin her with a hard stare, picking up the phone. This was not mine. This was ancient and-