Mya's POV:
I couldn't move my arms or my legs. My mouth tasted like metal and sandpaper. I tried to speak but couldn't. I looked down at my wrists and my legs. I was cuffed to a metal bed. "Help!" I tried to say. It sounded more like a dying dog. I tried again. "Help." It sounded muffled that time. I cleared my throat and coated my mouth with some saliva. "Help!" I managed. I had to blink twice. I saw the same doctor that Artic showed me. "Are you real?" I asked, confused.
"I am. Welcome back to the land of the living," the doctor gestured.
"What happened? I remember shifting into Artic, getting whipped, and nothing else."
The doctor shuffled over to me, gently took me by my hand, and held it. "Mya, my name is Doctor Price. You caught Parvovirus. It's a very deadly virus. One out o
