Dawn
The pain shooting up my arm wakes me. I groan as my eyes pop open and the light pouring through the open window almost blinds me. There"s a wooden roof overhead and I"m suddenly very aware that I don"t know where I am. I try to roll out of bed. but fail.
“Don"t tax yourself,” Officer Mills says as she steps into the room.
“Officer Mills?” I say tentatively.
“I told you to call me Grace,” she says.
“Where am I?”
“On a ship.”
“What happened?”
“You were shot,” she answers bluntly, looking towards the door as Brent and Lucas walk in.
“Glad to see you awake.” Lucas smiles.
“How long have I been out?” I ask.
“Two days,” Grace responds. “The captain has some medic training, but he had never treated a gunshot wound. He removed the bullet and sewed you up. It isn"t the prettiest sti
