Chapter 13

Zachary slowly opened his eyes to the sharp smell of disinfectant, staring up at a stark white ceiling. He instinctively tried to raise his hand to rub his temples, only to discover there was an IV needle in the back of his hand. "Are you finally awake?" A cold female voice came from the right side of his bed. Zachary turned his head to see Queenie sitting in a chair with her arms crossed, her perfectly sculpted eyebrows furrowed, and her red lips pressed into a thin line. "Real classy of you, getting so drunk with your loser friends that you ended up with stomach bleeding. How old are you again, Zachary? "And seriously, what's the point of hanging around those people? They're completely useless to you. Why do you insist on staying close to them? Why do you always waste your time on pointless things? Have you thought about our future even once?" Zachary's throat felt painfully dry, and his gaze drifted to the water glass on the nightstand. Following his line of sight, Queenie sudd