Chapter 15"Ryan," Fizz called to him. "Ryan, I'm sorry."
Ryan tensed against Ginger. Fizz didn't sound all that sorry. In fact, he didn't sound much like Fizz at all. Fizz was normally shy, quiet, and sincere to a fault. This voice was sly, mocking. Had those pills really done that to Fizz? Ryan's thoughts whirled in panic. His cheek throbbed in time with his heart; he could feel the scratch marks sting.
Ginger prised Ryan's hand away from his face, peeking under the bandanna. "Shit." He quickly pressed it back. "You're still bleeding."
"It's okay," Ryan said absently. He tried to think, but he felt tired, like he had a headache coming on. "I—I need to get out of this room."
"Yeah, me too," Ash murmured.
"Okay, right." Ginger guided him out of Fizz's room. Ryan hadn't expected that, b
