Chapter Twenty-Eight
Traces
"Star, speak to me."
The back of her head hurt like the
seven hells as she slowly gained consciousness. She could tell she was sprawled
on her left side, probably on the floor. Gradually, she grew aware of others
surrounding her, when a second voice intruded.
"Here. Give me some room to
examine her more closely."
"She's waking up."
Hunter's voice. Relieved. Worried. Anxious.
"Star? Come on, girl. Let me
see those pretty purple eyes of yours," Doctor Perlakian asked.
She managed to lift her eyelids to
see her husband's visage hovering over her. It was soon replaced by the
physician's.
"How do you feel?" Devorah
inquired.
Instead of answering, Star tried to
sit up, when the doctor placed a hand on her chest and firmly pushed her down
on the flo
