I fought not to go into shock as I felt someone’s hands—I had no idea whose—grab me and yank me to the back of the van.
“Be gentle!” Justine shouted. “He could be badly hurt!”
“He is badly hurt, Doc,” Connor said. “We’re just making sure he doesn’t wind up dead.”
The world was starting to fade.Justine…Reapers…
“Is he going to make it?”
“Careful!”
“Get in the fucking van!”
I fought with all my strength to stay awake as the doors slammed shut on the van. The damn vehicle bounced and moved jerkily away. I was feeling so weak, but I was aware enough to know we were pulling away.
Pulling away…to safety…
“Drive to the hospital,” Justine said. “We don’t have time for anything else.”
“Is he going to make it?”
It was the last thing I heard before I passed out.
