Damien’s lungs burned, ached for air. He felt his arms. His legs. His body. Heard the sound of boots. Fluorescent light penetrated his eyelids. His fingers tingled. He opened his eyes.
‘Thank f**k,’ Jay said. He started laughing and raised his hands over Damien. ‘Rise and walk, my child.’
Damien blinked. ‘What happened?’
‘The faithful don’t ask questions. They just thank Jesus for the miracle,’ Jay said. ‘But you can thank me later.’
Damien sat upright and was rewarded with a wave of dizziness. He didn’t say so, but he was relieved to see Jay. For a moment, he wished nothing had changed. That everything in the past hour had been erased from time. He looked down to find himself topless. He peeled the dressing off his wound to find it had scabbed over.
‘Where’s Sophia and—’ He looked up
