Chapter thirty-two
Ben
This is like sitting under water. Like being submerged while the world keeps turning around me, conversations keep flowing, but I can’t hear them. They are nothing more than a distant hum echoing around me. Punctuated by a high pitched keening. It’s like breathing under water… I can’t.
My head is heavy. Too heavy. And my chest.Why is my chest so tight?
I try to move but the groan and crunch of something underneath me - no above me? both? - seems to intensify when I do.
Maybe if I can just get my phone?
Another shift.
Another scream in the world around me. Heat. There’s so much heat.
My head is spinning.
What was I doing?
Right.
My phone.
I need my…
Someoneistalking.
I don’t know the voice.
And the heat is back.
It’s so hot. Am I sweating? No. That’s blood. I’m bleeding. But it’s running backwards. How? Or am I - I’m upside down. That makes sense.
I’m upside down and bleeding and it is warm.
And now someone is talking.
I can’t make out what they’re saying.
They seem far away. And I’m tired. So tired.
I still haven’t opened my eyes.
If I rest for a minute, I can get enough strength to shout or speak.
Or whisper.
I let myself slip and as I slip, I think only one thing.
Mikaela.
“Sir.Canyoutellme your name?”
My hand moves to my face. There’s something covering my mouth. There’s a pressure in my chest.
I blink but all I can see is light. Too much light.
It had been getting darker. Right?