CHAPTER 30
I open my eyes to the sound of someone praying. “Please, God, let her be okay. Please, God, let her be okay.”
I blink up at blinding sunlight boring holes through my eyes to the very back of my skull. The pain is more acute than any dentist drill. “Chris?”
“Thank God,” he breathes. “I’m so sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. This is all my fault. Are you still bleeding?”
He moves as if to touch the back of my head again, but I swat his hand away.
“Listen,” I say, “we’ve got to get out of here.” How long was I passed out for? “Give me your shirt,” I demand.
“What?”
“Your shirt. Let me use it to slow down the bleeding.” I’ve never been good seeing my own blood, but the adrenaline from my terror still hasn’t left my system. I want nothing more than to pass out
