Chapter Twenty-Four
My head hurt.
Somehow, with all the tubes attached to my arm, gooey patches stuck to my skin, and medicine I’d breathed in through the mask strapped to my face, none of it had gotten rid of the pain in my head.
The bright white light of my hospital room jabbed into my eyes as they changed out the goo on my leg. The doctor hadn’t let me look at my burned flesh as they cut my pants away. I’d wanted to tell her seeing my burn wouldn’t be as bad as seeing that dead family, but my lungs hadn’t been working well enough to speak.
They’d covered most of my body in the cool gooey patches, leaving only strips of fabric to maintain my modesty. Like I had the energy to care about who saw my n*****s.
There was a murderer in the domes. Someone had gone into that house, stabbed t
