CHAPTER 5
April 2009
Memorial Hospital
“Miss, can you hear me? If you can hear me, squeeze my hand.” The voice faded into a garbled and unintelligible hodgepodge of sounds. Alyssa groaned. Lights flashed outside her closed eyelids.
“Open your eyes, miss. Stay with us. Don't go back to sleep.”
I'm sleeping? How can I be sleeping? She could hear people talking… and understand some of it. Sleep sounds good though. My head hurts. So does my leg. If I can sleep, it will stop hurting.
“We're losing her.”
“Let me do it.” This voice sounded familiar. “Allie, can you hear me?”
“Do you know this girl?”
“We went to high school together.”
“What's her name? She didn't have ID on her.”
“Alyssa Miller. Allie, open your eyes, sweetheart. Wake up.”
Through the confusing mélange of voices, a sin
