I remembered the doctor's warning: my anemia meant I couldn't afford to get worked up.
The room spun. My legs buckled, and I hit the floor.
I needed to call 911, but my phone was still in the bedroom. I dragged myself to the door and tried the handle.
Locked. I knocked.
All I got was Eve's cold, contemptuous laugh from the other side.
"Oh, so now you realize you were wrong? Too late!"
"You're not setting foot in this bedroom tonight!"
Then silence.
Half an hour passed. I was on the verge of losing consciousness when Eve finally opened the door to use the bathroom.
She found me lying on the floor. No concern crossed her face. She nudged me with her foot.
"Keep faking."
She stepped over me and walked into the bathroom.
When she came back out, I still hadn't moved.
Only then did it dawn on her that something might actually be wrong. She fumbled for her phone and dialed 911.
The ambulance arrived, and she was about to ride along to the hospital. But then Gabriel called.
"Evie, I got bitten by a dog on my way home today. What if I get rabies? I'm so scared."
The color drained from Eve's face. She immediately switched to a soothing tone. "Don't worry, I'm coming right now!"