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A few days later David’s eyes finally fluttered open. Remy let go of a breath he felt like he’d been holding on to for weeks.
“David,” Remy said, reaching down to touch David’s arm. “How are you—”
David knocked Remy’s hand away, his eyes wide open, scared as if Remy was going to attack. Breathing rapidly, David inched farther away.
Was he trapped in a nightmare?
“David, it’s Remy. I’m here.” He backed away, allowing David extra space. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
David blinked, his eyes seeming to come into focus as they darted through the cave. “Where am I?” His voice was rough and dry.
“A cave near Boyer’s lab.”
“Boyer?”
Remy handed a bottle of water to David. He took it with shaky hands, barely able to bring it to his mouth. While his wounds had healed, he had to be sore. Re
