Chapter 8
I don’t know how I slept on the back of that horse, but I did, and I had no idea how long I slept, but I finally woke up atop a crusted pile of my blood, on a hard, thin bed made from an even harder mattress.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned. When I moved, I realized I was connected to an IV dripping bright pink liquid into my veins. “What is—”
A short gray-haired man with thick glasses and a bushy beard waddled over to me. “Don’t move. Do you hear me? Do not move!”
I laid back down at his command. If there was one thing the pits of Hell taught me, it was to follow orders. I was very good at that now.
“What’s happening to me?” I said, my speech slurred so badly I could barely understand myself.
The old man examined the bag and IV line. “You are being given an IV drip. These chemicals will
