At the hospital, with machines beeping around me and pain medication making my tongue heavy, I called my mother.
“Mom,” I said, fighting to stay awake. “I was in an accident. I need you to take Eli for a few days.”
There was a pause. Then I heard ice clink against a glass.
“Oh, Maren,” she sighed. “This is really terrible timing.”
I stared at the ceiling.
“I’m in the emergency room.”