Chapter 8: RescuedI drifted back into awareness with a television playing softly somewhere in the room. I was lying on my side, warm and comfortable under a pile of blankets. Memories began to seep into my consciousness; being rescued, the blood, the bodies. Relief was sweet as I relished being out of harm's way and knowing Lucas and my friends had survived. I rolled carefully onto my back, which was incredibly painful. I wasn't sure there was a square inch of my body that wasn't bruised and hurting. Badly.
I opened my eyes and glanced around slowly, in too much pain to move more than an inch at a time. It was dark outside and the room was illuminated by a couple of elegant table lamps. To my right, a large window revealed a view of the city, thousands of lights spreading out into the dis
