I feel really hot and like I’m trapped in a cave. My breath feels really close to my face. I feel like the cave is falling in on me, and then I’m awake and trying to push the blanket off me. But I’m too tired and it hurts too much to move.

Then I feel the blanket being pulled from my face and someone is there, peering down at me, worried. I feel my hair stuck to my sweaty face, but whoever it is leans over and carefully brushes it away.

“Girl handbook,” I croak, trying to smile. “You’ve been studying.”

A laugh. I know that laugh. “What are you talking about?” It’s Joey.

“Playing with girls’ hair. Never mind.”

I want to text Oliver, see Oliver. I want to ask him how things are with Kelsey, how things are with him. I want to know what’s going on with the hashtag. What happened with the video Kelsey posted. If the Internet is interested in him and Kelsey … or him and me.

I’ve been sleeping so long and I miss talking to him.

I miss him.

Then I see Kelsey in the hallway. She practically skips to Oliver’s room. I wonder how she has so much energy, if I ever had that much energy, if I’ll ever have that much energy again. She runs her hands through her hair. I bet Kelsey’s hair doesn’t feel oily like mine. She puts on her hazmat suit, and she looks even cuter in it than I remember.

Just watching her is exhausting, and my eyes close.