Chapter Twenty-seven
“Sofia! Sofia, honey. Are you all right?”
She wasn’t. Her head was splitting and her left side was screaming in agony. Hell, she wasn’t exactly sure she was still alive except for the pain. No one dead would feel such anguish. Forcing her eyes open, she tried to focus on the image in front of her, but the hammering going on in her head and the oppressive light flicking back and forth made her want to throw up.
“I’m going to be sick,” she whispered.
“Turn her on her side. We don’t want her aspirating on her own vomit.”
Well, there’s a nice thought. If that meant she could choke on her own puke, then turn me on my side, damn it. She thought about trying to move.
“Hold on, ma’am.” A male voice pushed her down on her back.
“Sofia, stay down.” She recognized Laura’s
