Wallflower

Chapter 61

The heavy door clangs open. The strength needed to observe my surroundings has evaded me, along with my ability to give a shit.

“What the fuck?” Brad breathes.

“What are you doing here?” Sam snarls.

Not the doctor then.

“Well this is an unfortunate turn of events,” Maximus mumbles quietly. He clears his throat, enunciating across the room, all traces of the torturer erased from his voice. “Mr. Morgan, a pleasure as always.”

Mr…

My head lolls as I fight the exhaustion, the pain.

Just one look. That’s all I need.

But blackness sweeps in like a razor-sharp net, ripping me away.