Amelia’s POV
“Do you think she’s going to be okay?”
My eyes flutter open at the sound of a voice next to me, and I find myself in a moving car. The loud honking of the cars surrounding us takes off my sleepy state as I place a hand over my aching head.
I turn to my right to find Eric, with a worried expression creased on his face as he stares back at me.
“Where are we?” I ask as I straighten myself in the car, looking out the window.
“You should be resting Amelia,” Eric says.
“Where are we going?” I add.
“You’re asking too many questions Amelia, and it’s only going to worsen your head,” Eric responds.
I turn over, still staring out the window as I place my sweaty palms back onto the arm rest as my breathing for some reason becomes unsteady.
“We’re almost there,” I hear Eric say.
