I came to in an ambulance, but I didn't open my eyes. The sirens were screaming, and I could feel myself strapped down, under a blanket. I felt something prick into my arm, and I winced.
"145/90. Going down steadily."
"Stabilizing, keep it steady-- ETA to arrival?"
"5 minutes."
The voices quieted, until all that was left was the array of beeping machines. It was tranquil. I almost fell asleep, but every time my heart rate slowed, I felt a small shock wake me up.
"We've arrived. Prep the kid to go in."
I felt another prick, and then I began to feel sluggish. The edges of the world dripped, and I was spiraling again. Then, I was knocked out.
YOU ARE READING
Through the Wringer
Novela JuvenilDalton Versailles' life was going great until the accident. He thought the Lanes foster family could be the worst of it, but it was the exact opposite. The worst was yet to come, even over the tragedy that befell his family.
