Chapter ThirteenKaren sat up groggily in the dark room, momentarily disorientated in the unfamiliar surroundings. She could see the prone figures of Rebecca and the boys scattered around the room. The stranger was crouched next to Seth, who had regained consciousness, and they were talking in hushed tones. Helena sat silently nearby, leaning against a bulky laundry bag, shivering slightly in her thin scrubs. Quietly Karen crawled across to them.
‘How are you feeling, Seth?’ she whispered croakily. The swelling in her throat had been slowly healing, giving her the voice of a long-term smoker and limiting her to restricted sentences only.
He gave her a small smile that looked forced on his pale face. ‘I’ll cope. Mr Abrahams snuck up to the lower wards and brought back a box of OxyContin so
