Chapter 19

• I opened my eyes to a dim ceiling. The faint scent of antiseptic stung my nose, and my head throbbed in dull waves. “Where am I?” I muttered, trying to lift myself, but my muscles felt like they were made of sand.
• “Don’t move,” came a low, irritated voice from somewhere in the shadows. “You’ll just make it worse.”
• I froze, squinting toward the sound. The voice was familiar, but everything was foggy. “Who are you?” I asked, my words slurred from grogginess.