I huff within my mind. I do not really want to. I am so tired of feeling pain.
Mavyn. His lips moving again. Can you hear me firecracker? Can you breathe for me? I need you to wake up.
Oh yes, I forgot about that. I’m technically killing myself like this.
I really wish I didn’t want to live.
Pushing further past the barriers of my mind, I see more than just pinpoints through my eyes. The edges of the golden devil come into focus, and then his body, and then the room we’re in. I can feel myself blink, and then I suck in a deep breath after not doing so for nearly eight minutes.
And then it’s just as I suspected.
Pain.
. . .
Why can I not feel my legs?
It’s my first thought when my conscious wakes up. The last thing I felt before – I assume – I passed out from the pain. I had locked myself in my mind, I remember, because I was being questioned about Thorne’s rooms burning.
My lips curl at that and my stellar truth telling. I technically did not lie.
“Why are you smiling like a fool?”
I frown and loll my head to the side. The rest of my body feels kind of numb as well, and my head feels light. I feel. . .
Panic shoots through my veins and adrenaline rushes as my heart pounds.
I’m drugged.
I’m drugged and I can’t regulate my heartbeat or my blood flow.
“Yes.” The deep voice speaking again. Gold ringed red eyes watching me like I’m a lunatic about to go off. Rude. “Drugged, but with pain relievers and healing tonics. You were also a bit dehydrated and malnourished so there’s a feeding bag and fluids entering your system.”
I roll my eyes up to all the bags connected to tubes attached to needles pricking the tops of my hand. That doesn’t explain why I feel drunk, all floaty and flighting and light. And I still can’t feel my legs.
“Your feet were incredibly burned so there’s a salve on them with a powerful numbing agent that helps alleviate the pain. So you won’t be feeling them for a while.”
I try to snap my eyes from the bags to him but they lag and it feels like a glitch. Still, once I do I slit my eyes and glare at him. Can he read my thoughts?
He rolls my eyes. “Your mental shields are still up but yes, I can hear most of your thoughts.”
Oops.
I giggle but it sounds gurgled in my chest.
LMAO.
He sighs and shakes his head. “Aside from that, are you feeling better?”
Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. I try to open my mouth but my body does not cooperate. It makes me wonder just what kind of drugs they used.
“Healingdrugs,” he grits. “You were in a lot of pain and then afterward you weren’t breathing for a while and then passed out. You want to tell me about that?”
I look away to think. All of him is just too much. Where’s Callahan? He was the last thing I saw before I went unconscious. But I didn’t go into a nightmare for some reason.
“Why do you say that?”
Shit.
