Sorry! But there won't be an update tomorrow. But I will be posting the last chapter of Blister in the Sun.

"Hey, girl!"

I quickly wipe the sleep from my eyes and blink until the blur sharpens the yellow. Rosalie glares down at me, her hands on her hips as she nudges me with her foot. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Emmett." I whip around, pressing my fingers to the privacy glass, remembering a night of laughing at tales from home and crying silent tears at his retreat, aching on the cold ground but refusing to move until his next visit and finally succumbing to a fitful sleep.

"Who's Emmett?"

I shake my head. "No one."

"Tell me." She's insistent, pulling me in with her voice. I close my eyes, doing my best to block her out.

"Just someone from back at home."

She's silent long enough to where I think she's left, but when I open my eyes, slowly sweeping the room with my gaze, there she is, glaring down at me. Not really hating. But definitely not loving. "You owe me."

I let out a deep breath, and it's both painful and cathartic to let the words fall out. "He's my brother."

"And?"

"He was here last night."

Her head whips toward the window. She peer out as if can see beyond the glazed glass. "Here? Are you sure?"

I can't tell the time, but it must be later in the morning because the fog is so miniscule that I can see the last of it escaping along the edges, so the anger that fills me isn't surprising. "I'm not crazy!"

Rosalie slowly turns her gaze back to me, a careful sort of neutral washing over her features. "I never said you were."

"He was here, and I don't care if you believe me or not."

"You misunderstand."

I laugh, sounding more like a patient than ever. "How so?"

"If you know about them, there are ways out of this asylum. From there, your escape is either the sea or the front gates. That is the impossibility."

"Then…how did Emmett get in here?"

She flips her hair over her shoulder, turning toward the door with an air of dismissal. "Next time he comes, you should ask."

"I will…"

"Also…"

"Yes?"

She glances over her shoulder only enough for me to see one blue eye through all the blonde. "Our friend is not as blunt as me so I'll outright say it for you. Don't swallow your cocktails."

We hear the rolling wheels of the cart just before Hale pushes the door open. "Patient Rosalie! What a pleasant surprise." She ignores him with a roll of her eyes and walks away without even a wave, knocking on doors as she disappears down the hallway.

"Good morning, Isabella," Hale says handing me my candy. "Did you sleep better tonight? Dr. Black would like to know."

I stare down at the color in the cup, wondering how I can get away with it. "Yes."

"Oh good. He'll be happy to know that. Now bottoms up."

I tip the cup back into my mouth, the candy sitting like lead on my tongue. He watches with that disgusting smile on his face, and this time I am surprised by how much I want to stab it off.

"Hale?" Alice stands at the threshold, looking worse for wear. I don't remember her face being that pale or cheeks that gaunt or her eyes that dark with exhaustion.

"Alice! Good morning!" He steps closer, one arm wrapping around her shoulders and the other's palm resting on her stomach as he turns to lead her back to her room where she's started spending most of her time. He glances back at me almost as an afterthought. "Are we done here, Isabella?"

I smile because I can't answer.

I wait until I find my green savior in the common room. Rosalie sits at his side, talking low into his ear. He nods at her words until he catches my gaze. I cup my mouth, pitching my head forward so that the candy on my tongue falls out, pocketing it all before anyone else can see.

He smiles and this time it isn't loopy.