Chapter 22
Dylan
All I could feel waspressure; a heavy weight bearing into my shoulder and sinking into my side, pulling me to the floor. I didn’t feelpain.
Not atfirst.
It was like being underwater, the drowned out sounds of voices and dampened hum of liquid filling your ears. Dark shapes moved around me, but I couldn’t tell one form from another. I drifted up, but my body pushed down as if sinking into a warmbath.
It wasn’t until I raised my hand that I feltanything.
Somewhere above me, a dark shape touched a warm hand to my throat. Instinctively, I lifted my hand to protect myself, and it was covered with blood.Why was there blood?I’d been hit with a blunt tool, punched really.Was it someone else’s blood all overme?
Where were my kids? Were my kidsbleeding?
A cold, icy wind swept through my body. It was strange how I felt the wind on the inside of me, blowing through my skin. I blinked up at the ceiling, realizing it needed to be repainted.Maybe I would after I catch my breath. Why couldn't I find mybreath?
I blinked again, and the room was darker. Strangers in dark blue uniforms made a wall around me. A few shapes closed in on me, crushing me with their arms andbodies.
I sunk deeper under the water. I tried to grab out with my hand, but I could grasp nothing and my vision dimmed slowly until darkness settled over me and just the low murmur of hushed voices could beheard.
“Oh Dylan, please. Please beokay.”
I smiled up at the sound of the beautiful voice. Callie was there. As long as Callie was there, the kids would befine.
"Please, Dylan. Don't you die on me!" Callie was screaming. Her beautiful voice was full of agony, and I wanted to reach for her. I tried to ease her fear, but she was somewhere under me, faraway.
Then I floated up, yanked up from the heaviness, and there was nothing but warm air surrounding me until I felt nothing atall.
