I don’t remember anything. I barely remember my name. But there is one name I can’t forget…
Luna.
My memories are vague and trying to remember them is like wading through mud. I don’t know what’s real and what my mind is attempting to cope with whatever the hell has happened over the course of hours. Days? Weeks?
I don’t even know what month it is.
I fight against this f*****g fatigue and open my eyes. I have no idea where I am. It looks like an infirmary from the number of beds in the large room. But I’m the only person in here.
No surprise, I’m restrained to the bed.
“You’re awake.” I recognize the voice as Dr. Norton. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’ve been slipped a Mickey,” I reply honestly. “And this comedown sucks ass.”
Dr. Norton sits beside me in the orange plastic seat and
