Chapter Thirty-Seven
“He’s coming around,” says an unfamiliar voice. Female, I think.
A few light slaps on my cheek jolt my brain fully awake. “Bax?” says another voice, also female. This one I recognize.
“Natalie?” I slur, too weak to open my eyes.
“It’s me.”
The rush of relief at not being dead is so overwhelming that I almost slip back into unconsciousness.
“Can you open your eyes for me?” says the other voice.
I oblige, only to slam them shut again when the glare of a pen-light nearly renders me blind. “Jeez! Is that really necessary?”
“Just checking your pupils for dilation, seeing if you have any head trauma.”
Sighing, I crack my lids open again. I let her resume her examination, though everything is still a foggy haze. The light disappears, and something I can’t make out ta
