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Detective Rios told her to hold on, but Shea had trouble focusing her mind. She felt like she was lying with a rock sticking into her back, even though she was on her stomach. Pain and darkness filled her consciousness.
A man in a dark blue shirt rolled her over, intensifying the pain in her back.
“Can you tell me your name?”
Brown eyes. Thick lashes. Was he wearing eyeliner? Why all the questions? Do I know what happened to me? What happened?
Something was put over her mouth. A cup of some kind. Everything started bouncing. What’s that loud chup-chup-chup sound? Helicopter. The pain lessened, but she still couldn’t focus. Everything was happening too fast.
When she came to again, she was lying in a hospital bed. Her body hurt all over, especially her back and right shoulder. A br
