[Melkin City Series book #3, please make sure to read the others first]
Things seem grim for Lacey when her and her friends are kidnapped on their way out of Melkin. Travis is separated from the group, she has no idea what happened to Finn and Anna...
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Ben & Travis
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Travis.
I was awake and I couldn't see. Both of those things were facts I knew for certain, which was more than I could say most of the time I'd been in this room.
It was usually: maybe I'm awake. Maybe I'm having this conversation. And then the ground would shift in an unnatural way and my stomach would flip around and then I would wake up for real. Or I was doing something and the most excruciating pain would be coming from random parts of my body. The pain would grow and feel like I was burning from the inside out and I wasn't exactly sure what part of that, if any, was the dream and which was real because I always hurt when I was dreaming. I also always hurt when I opened my eyes.
It wasn't this bad when we arrived but as the hours went on after Hannah first started inspecting me, things turned bad. Hannah said at the time it was the withdrawal most likely and my body wanted more drugs. I think I told her 'I didn't fucking care what it is but stop poking my ribs like that'. I remember the look of death on Cameron's face but anything after that was hazy.
I know Hannah had been waking me up a lot because I was often wearing new clothes or smelled like a shower but I didn't really retain any of that.
The bright light shining right into my eyes moved from one to the other.
"How are you?" Hannah's voice filled my ears.
"I can't fucking see."
"Besides that," she said as she moved the tiny flashlight away from my eyes and her hand that was holding my chin to keep me from moving away dropped.
I blinked hard as spots swam around my vision. I didn't answer her but groaned as my eyes tried to adjust to not having a bright light shining on them.
"Travis," she tried to coax an answer out of me.
My teeth grit together a little harder.
Her cold fingers went on either side of my temple and she moved my head from side to side slowly, looking over my face and neck. I think. I didn't ever really ask what she was doing. She pulled a stethoscope out of her bag and put it up on my chest while she looked at her watch.
