Chapter 77
Clara's POV
I was drowning. No, I felt like I couldn't breathe. My lungs felt like a ton of bricks were weighing them down, my throat was as dry as a desert and my eyes remained closed, no matter how much I tried to blink.
I could hear the incessant beeping of something beside me, the sound so rhythmic that it was irritating.
Amidst the beeping noise, I couldn't seem to focus on my thoughts. They kept drifting in and out, temporarily shut down for a few brutal seconds and then came back up again.
I knew there was something that was so important I needed to remember. Yet, no matter how hard I tried, the thoughts didn't seem to piece together in a way I could understand.
Where am I? What was the last thing that I can remember?
Oh! I knew Maxwell was in the car with me,
