The first thing I registered was the dull stinging over my skin, and a steady, insistent throbbing against the inside of my skull. Then came the faint sterile smell, with an undercurrent of something herbal. My eyelids felt like lead weights, but I forced them open, and the world swam into a blurry focus of muted light and pale colors.
I was in bed wrapped in bandages. All of me, it seemed, was encased in them, and my chest felt heavy and sore, my legs had a dull ache, and even my heart was hurting. Panic, cold and sharp. What happened?''
I glanced down and saw Casey sleeping next to me, but her face was white, and there were dark circles under her eyes, as if she was sick.
''Andrew, what's going on.'' I linked him.
''You're awake. I'll be there in a minute.'' He said, and cut the link
