“Shea, you all right?” Terrance’s skin glistened like liquid chocolate as he loomed over her.
She looked around. She was sitting in a chair in the intensive care unit. Vitals monitors in the ICU rooms played a disjointed melody of beeps and alarms. “What happened?”
“You wandered into the unit looking like something from The Walking Dead. Did something happen?”
“I’m just tired. And hungry.”
Terrance held up a Snickers and a bag of beef jerky. “Got these from the vending machine down the hall. Take your pick.”
Shea grabbed the candy bar. “Chocolate.” She tore off the wrapper and bit into it. Her appetite woke like a wolf as she inhaled the candy.
“Any word on Annie?” he asked.
“Gonna be a few hours. They’re supposed to bring her down here.” She pulled her cracked phone from her pocket
