Chapter 47 His Voice
White lights – they were so blinding that I just couldn’t open my eyes, even though I wanted to.
I inhaled, and a sharp smell of something I couldn’t place, burned my nostrils.
I could barely feel my right leg; I could barely think straight against the throbbing pain in my ankle.
I was moving… No, I was being moved. Rushed, more like. There were noises around me, coming from every other direction. My head was hurting, and my throat was dry.
I felt a rush of warmth on my left hand, and then, all-too-familiar calluses brushed my skin. Those fingers I knew so well gripped mine.
“Rina…” I heard his voice, the ache and fear in it. “Rina…”
I tried to open my eyes, but failed, and then his touch was gone, and I felt so fucking empty without it.
I felt like I was drifting, gravitating.
And maybe I was, because I have no idea what was happening, or what happened next.
There was slumber, and there was pain. I chose the former and let it pull me under.