Chapter 82
Zane
With shaking fingers, I folded the note up and greedily searched around for my phone. My stuff was in the corner, neatly folded, my phone had to be there.
"Come on Zane, you can do this, just a few steps." My legs slid over the side of the bed while nausea tossed my stomach in circles.
Five feet.
I could go five feet. Right?
I pushed up onto two very wobbly legs. My body felt so weak it was ridiculous. Two steps felt like a freaking marathon, and I wasn't even all the way there yet.
Three steps and sweat was pooling in the palms of my hands.
Almost there.
Two more steps and I leaned against the chair ruffling through my clothes until my hand came into contact with a cold object.
Another note was attached to the phone.