CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I snap out of the trance and numbly look around the hospital room, the sound of the beeping machines mixing with the cacophony in my mind.
How did I come to be here? Did the nightmare throw me out of the dream world instead of Mom?
“Bailey?”
I follow the voice and see a worried Valerian pointing a gun at me.
“Yitten,” I say dully, and he lowers the gun.
I look back at Mom, the computer that is my brain crashing and rebooting.
“Her heartbeat spiked, setting off the machines,” Valerian says. “But she’s still—”
The gargoyle nurse rushes in and begins adjusting the machines. When the mad beeping stops, she rounds on us. “Whatever you did, don’t do it again until Dr. Xipil is here.”
I’m still too overwhelmed to speak.
“We won’t,” Valerian says. “Thank you.”
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