The blistering sun beat down on Elijah’s face, and he groaned. He felt scorched from head to toe, and he wondered how long he’d been lying there.
He opened his eyes and looked blearily at his surroundings, seeing double. The images were blurry orange and black blobs.
Pain lanced his head as he glanced up to the sky, forcing him to close his eyes again.
It was too much.
His stomach lurched, and he thought he might be sick. He curled into a ball and laid there for who knew how long, trying to settle his stomach and his head, his skin burnt and blistered. His mouth felt parched, and he knew if he didn’t get out of the heat and find something to drink soon, he was a goner.
He tried to pick himself up but felt too drained and weak.
Well, that’s a first, he thought to himself. He’d always
