Chapter 19Justin didn’t remember waking up. It didn’t happen suddenly, like it sometimes did in the mornings when his alarm clock jarred him awake. This was a long, slow process. Sometimes when he opened his eyes it was daylight, and sometimes it was dark, and he was never quite able to get a handle on it before slipping under again. He thought that maybe he’d been slipping in and out of sleep for a long time before consciousness actually stuck.
It was daylight now. A weak, uncertain sort of daylight that meant it was either dawn or dusk. Justin’s whole body felt like a bruise. There were tubes in his arm, and several more snaking out from underneath the sheets, poking out of him in places he couldn’t feel yet, and wasn’t sure he wanted to. His right hand was bandaged like a long white cl
