I was so focused on myself, I failed to notice that I wasn’t the only person in the room. Three heads snapped upright in my peripheral: Willow, and Holden, and…

… and Wynonna.

Of the three, Wynonna looked the shittiest. Her eyes were bloodshot and raw with devastation. Her mouth was a brittle line, ready to break.

At least, she looked like that for a fraction of a second. The moment our gazes interlocked, her eyes swelled. She bolted out of her chair and threw herself on top of me, sobbing into my chest.

“I thought you died!” she cried. “You’re not allowed to die on me! You can’t fucking do that!”

“Mom!” Willow shouted. “Dad! He’s awake! Somebody, he’s awake!”

Wynonna took a shuddering breath. “I only have so many people,” she said softly. “I can’t lose you, too.”

The world outside my hospital room window had long faded into darkness. Willow finally went home with Dad. Mom said she’d be right behind them. She told me that if I was feeling well enough in the morning, I’d be released. Currently, there was no sign of a concussion. No broken bones. No back or leg or knee injury, as was common with these types of accidents. As far as a neck injury, I had only the mildest of whiplash. The worst part was my face. The entire area around both eyes and the bridge of my nose was bruised, like I was wearing a bandit mask. But aside from looking like the Hamburglar, I was perfectly healthy. It was just a matter of waiting out the night and making sure I didn’t spontaneously combust or anything.

When Mom left, it was just me and Wynonna and Holden. Wynonna appeared to want to talk to me alone, but Holden just seemed eager to talk.

“You’re you!” he exclaimed. “I mean, you’re Ezra-Ezra, right? Not Wynonna-Ezra?”

I glanced at Wynonna.

“Oh, I already told her and Willow that I believe you guys,” he said. “She started freaking out mid-sentence, and I just knew you guys had swapped. So, I guess that was a stupid—”

Wynonna cleared her throat loudly. “Holden?”

Holden snapped rigid. He may have been a chatterbox, but Wynonna possessed the power to turn his words to sludge. Not to mention, he farted in front of her AND THREW HIS FART IN HER FACE. This was not the sort of embarrassment you live down.

“Yeah?” said Holden.

“Can Ezra and I have a word?” she said. “Alone?”

“Oh,” said Holden. “Okay. Should I just wait outside the door?”

“It’s probably going to be a while,” said Wynonna. “And it’s late. You look tired. You should go home.”

Holden looked like he didn’t know if he should be offended or grateful that she was so considerate of his REM cycle.