SARAH
I don’t know if I’m dead or dreaming, but either way, this mattress is way too firm for my comfort. Also, was I soaked in bleach or something? The smell is so strong, it makes my nostrils twitch.
“Berry?”
Kevin’s voice slices through the haze in my mind. It’s distant, but I hear it regardless.
I fight to open my eyes, but it’s like someone sewed them shut with a fishing line.
Still, my lashes flutter, allowing the blinding white lights from the ceiling to penetrate. I hiss, flinching as I shut them immediately. But that singular move is more than enough for Kevin.
My best guess is correct; I’m not dead.
“Berry! Oh, thank goodness!” My brother appears by my side with a flash. Next thing I know, he’s intertwining all five fingers of my right hand with his, and squeezing ha
