What the hell is happening?
I try to sit up, but the second I move, everything spins. My arm tugs—something’s connected to it. I look down, blinking hard until it comes into focus.
An IV.
Tape wrapped tight around my skin.
My heart starts racing.
“No… no, no—”
I push myself up more, ignoring the dizziness, scanning the room. It’s not a hospital. Too bare. Too cold. Equipment shoved in corners like it doesn’t belong there.
“Becca?” My voice cracks, weak at first. “Becca!”
Nothing.
Just more shoutingoutside.
Door’s slamming.
Feet running past.
“Round them up! Now!”
Panic slams into me full force.
“Becca!” I yell louder this time, my voice breaking as I try to swing my legs off the bed.
The door bursts open.
I freeze.
Men flood in.
Suits.
Masks.
Masquerade-style—like something out of a nightmare.
And guns.
Real guns.
My breath catches in my throat.
A doctor stumbles in behind them, his hands already shaking. He won’t even look at me.
“Unhook her,” one of the men snaps. “Now. She’s being moved.”
“What—what’s going on?” I choke out, trying to pull away as the doctor rushes toward me. “Where am I? Where’s Becca?!”
No one answers me.
The doctor’s hands fumble with the IV, his fingers trembling so badly it takes him a second to even find the tape.
“Stop—wait—what are you doing?” I push against him, panic rising higher. “You need to tell mewhat’s happening—”
