Chapter 22

• “Uhhh.” Was the only sound Dade could make when he forced open his eyes, they had dried out. Where the hell am I? He opened one eye slowly again this time. My room. I’m in my room. Oh good.
• Turning slowly onto his side, he opened an eye again, trying to focus on the clock, two twelve. Very bright...afternoon. He sighed slowly. Day was? Nothing. Why is my stomach on fire?
• Dade slowly rubbed a hand over his eyes. Doc was here. He moaned remembering small bits, a cold shower and small lecture…before that, he had no clue. Wait. Owen was here too. Wasn’t he?