Despondent

I woke up inside Nathan’s room. The heavy, musky scent of a man lingered in the air. Ethan must have brought me here after the incident. I had lost consciousness again, and now there was no trace of him in the room. I was used to his abrupt appearances and departures, and I was, perhaps, glad he wasn't here now to complicate things further. I tried to sit up, but a throbbing pain shot through my head. My stomach growled. How long had I been passed out? My legs wobbled as I cautiously tried to stand at the side of the bed. I braced myself by resting my arms on a nearby table. A sigh of relief escaped me when I successfully stood upright. I took a tentative step, nearly losing my balance before managing to steady myself. As I looked down, I noticed a folded note sticking out beneath my fingers. I picked it up and read the brief message: “Eat your food. Change your clothes. Go to school. See you soon.” I snorted. What a heartwarming letter. I tossed the note aside and saw a dr