Raquel
I pulled the mask off, finding it difficult to argue with him with it on. “You are insane.”
“Put that back on,” he ordered, placing the mask back on my face.
“Quit bugging me, Smoky,” I admonished.
“Smoky?”
“Your new name.”
He shook his head. “Are you the Bandit?”
“Abso-f*****g-lutely.”
He sighed. “Baby, don’t be so flippant.”
“Don’t worry. I’m okay,” I said.
“Maybe. But until the doctor clears you, I’m gonna worry.”
I nodded, a coughing fit suddenly overtaking me.
“Jesus,” Orion hissed and rushed into the hallway. “I need a doctor!”
For the next two hours, I was poked and prodded, forced to take in copious amounts of oxygen and generally made to feel miserable. Well, I suppose the burns on my hands from stupidly trying to open the door by touching the hot handle were
