I force my eyes to open even though my body protests that I remain in this drug-induced sleep where there’s no pain.
But I can’t.
An unlikely ally has now been brought into the game.
Joy can explain what the f**k is going on because once I know who exactly Jonathan is and how we’re all connected, I can outsmart Alanna.
Blinking a few times, my vision adjusts and I see Joy is in a bed beside me. She too is strapped in. A white bandage is wrapped around her forehead. Where Alanna smashes a hammer into the side of it is stained red.
Unlike me, she isn’t connected to an IV.
It appears Alanna doesn’t care whether she lives or dies. Time is of the essence then.
This is a f*****g nightmare.
“Joy!” I whisper, hoping by some miracle she’s alive.
When I hear a pained moan, I sigh in relief.
