Ash felt like she'd been crushed under a ton of weight. A persistent beep she couldn't place kept going off next to her bed. Was that her alarm clock? Her mouth tasted of dried sandpaper. Yet, a hint of something metallic lay underneath the dryness. She opened her eyes and cringed at hospital lights humming above her.
"What the hell?" Her voice was hoarse and scratchy. "Wher - " The demon. Ned! Was it too late to save him? She rose, but a wave of nausea sent her back to the bed.
"Stop flailing. You aren't going anywhere until you've healed." Her Grams pushed down on her shoulders.
"How long have I been here?" The last thing she remembered was trying to exorcise the demon who had taken over her friend. Had the demon in Ned gotten away or killed more people?
"Three days and you're lucky
