Johnathan woke to the sound of a Kerical monitor measuring the beat of his heart. His body felt stiff and every joint ached as though he’d been beaten for a week.
The hospital room was stark, only fitted with a bedside table, the medical equipment he was hooked up to, and a tall Kerical lamp, switched off to allow his main source of light to come from the sun rising in the sky, visible through the small window to the side of the bed.
In the corner was a visitor’s chair and as he looked, the short blonde-haired girl sitting in it glanced up from her book. ‘Molly?’ he asked in surprise.
‘My parents put me in charge of you while your friends talk to the police and Erin’s father. Don’t worry,’ she added at the concern on his face, ‘they’re all fine. You’re the only one who got injured, thou
