ZANDER
“You’re awake,” I hear the doctor say as he rises in his seat. “You took your time. Had me worried for a moment there.”
He is wearing scrubs, the uniform doctors wear for surgery. At least that’s what I see on TV. I grit my teeth as I finally take a good look at him. I’m right. He is that doctor that approached me outside CWP when I was still in Alex’s body.
“I’m really disappointed, love. I can’t even patch myself up.”
There’s a clean gash on his forehead. Alex must’ve done it.
“The entire country is looking for me now. I don’t know how we’ll survive like this. I might have to kill us both.”
He picks up a tool that looks like a mini saw. What the f**k.
“W-wait,” I croak, struggling to sit up. My hands and feet are cuffed. My wrists are burning with pain. Alex must have tried
