The very last second, before my consciousness faded completely, I collapsed into a pair of arms that smelled faintly of mint and tobacco. They were steady and warm, nothing like that cloying sweet perfume that clung to Wilson's clothes.
"Queenie! Don't close your eyes! Look at me!"
The voice ringing in my ears shook with a panic I'd never heard from anyone before.
I forced my heavy eyelids open, and my blurry gaze locked onto a pair of bloodshot eyes.
It was Sebastian Foster.
Doctor Foster, the man who always wore a cold frown, who never just gave me my prescription, but always slipped two creamy Milky Way milk candies into my medication bag.
His fingers pressed dead hard against my philtrum, while his other hand trembled as it felt for a pulse at my carotid artery.
"Doctor... Fost
