Stitches

1. The Drip-3

Before Cynthia could find anything to offer in reply, a dozen armed Splinters stormed into the room, wheeling a med center gurney, with Margaret at the front.

“Sorry,” Darius told Cynthia, gently tugging her away from me while the others began the process of shifting me onto the gurney for transport. “We’ll update the family on her condition as soon as we’ve got her settled in the new facility.”

“New facility?” Cynthia repeated through a thick wall of shock. “Wait…”

“It is my fault your son is missing,” I shouted to her as they wheeled me out the door and beyond her reach. “But I’m going to bring him back!”