“Yeah,” I croak before scrunching my face at the pulse of pain at my temples.
“Alright. We’re going to have to move you around a little so we can make sure you’re not bitten. I won’t lie, it’s going to suck, but the quicker we are, the sooner I can give you something for the pain.”
Painkillers sound so good right now. I’m pretty sure that’s the only thing keeping me awake rightnow. “Do it,” I grit out.
Theo nods grimly before barking out orders to Alex and Rhys.
I screw my eyes shut and brace myself. It sucks just as badly as he said it would. Every time one of them moves me in a certain way, it sends a fresh bout of pain rushing through my body. It takes everything in me not to scream or sink into the blissful darkness that teases the edge of my consciousness. I’m not sure how long it takes before the three of them breathe out sighs and I’m righted in Alex’s arms.
“Okay, baby, that part is over. Now I’ll give you some painkillers so I can take a better look at your head.”
I don’t bother answering, mostly because I’m pretty sure if I open my mouth, all that will come out is curses and screams. There’s shuffling beside me before my sleeve is rolled up and something pricks my arm. In the grand scheme of everything, the pain from the needle barely registers beneath the torrent of agony battering my body. It still makes my stomach lurch because no matter how out of it I am, needles still aren’t my friend.
Little by little, the pain ebbs away as hands poke and prod my aching head. Something cold and wet swipes across my face, causing me to make a noise of complaint as I try and fail to push it away.
“Behave, princess,” Rhys orders in that voice that seems to bypass my brain and take control of my body.
I still with a huff. “But it’s cold,” I whine, pouting.
Theo chuckles quietly. “I know, Ollie, but I need to clean you up so I can take a better look.”
The cold, wet thing returns, and I make another noise, but my stupid body is still obeying Rhys so all I can do is take it. It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t feel so weird and had fewer clothes. Although I’m not supposed to want that but I can’t remember why.
My pout deepens. “I don’t like your stupid power. You only use it for evil.”
There’s another chuckle, but I’m finding it difficult to concentrate enough to know who it’s from.
“What power, sweetheart?” a voice asks, amused.
“He has that voice that makes me do whatever he wants. I don’t like it.” I frown. “Or I shouldn’t like it. It’s a sex thing and I don’t feel sexy right now.”
There’s choking and more laughter.
“Oh, Ollie. You’re going to regret saying that.”
“If she remembers.”
I feel like I’m floating on a cloud. It’s warm and fluffy, like a soft blanket but ten times better. I want to curl up in it and forget about the world outside and the stupid zombies.
“I’m glad you think I’m so comfortable, sweetheart,” someone says with a soft chuckle.
“How much did you give her?” another asks.
“Half the dose I gave you when you got shot. I think this is a combination of the head injury and the meds.” That voice sounds sad, and I don’t like that.
“No sad,” I tell them seriously.
“How bad is her head injury?” That voice sounds worried, and I don’t like that either.
We should be happy. And comfortable. So comfy…
“It looks worse than it is. I think Ollie is just reacting to the meds more than you did. When these wear off, I’ll give her something else.”
The voices speak again, but the words trickle from my mind like water, so I stop trying to make sense of it all. I just let myself float there, peaceful and happy. It’s temporary, I know that, but for now I enjoy it.
Future Ollie can deal with the pain.
Raised voices rouse mefrom sleep.
