Iris didn’t like the blackness in her mind. She couldn’t seem to shake it off, though, even when someone kept calling her name. She seemed to be moving, and then a man was talking again. Saying all kinds of things about a deserted island and being in a boat for over twenty-four hours.
She swam closer to the surface, finally breaking through right when the man stopped talking. Iris groaned, and someone said, “Iris? Can you wake up?”
Justin’s face appeared above her, and everything inside her burned. Her head ached, and sharp pain moved through her neck.
“We’re almost back,” he said. “I need your help. Can you sit up?”
She sure liked hearing him say he needed her help, but she couldn’t manage to get herself sitting up. He moved around the boat, jostling her from side to side, as he took
