Chapter ElevenPain was the first thing that Seth was aware of as fingers of agony danced up his leg. He groaned and a shushing noise tickled his ear as a cool hand rested against his forehead.
‘You’ve fractured your leg and sustained a rather vicious knock to your head. I have some painkillers here for you. They’re not as strong as we’d like but it’s better than nothing.’ A cup was pressed to his lip and cool water trickled down his throat, followed by a small pill and another sip of the much-needed water.
‘Where …’ He broke off in a fit of coughs before gasping again as his leg seized up at the sudden motion. The shushing came again.
‘You’re safe. You’re in the refugee centre on the pier.’
Seth nodded, cracking an eyelid open, only to close it again when the light threatened to blind
