Betty
I opened my eyes to the sight of white ceiling tiles and the smell of antiseptic. I was for a minute not sure where I was. Then a cramp hit me in the side, and all of it came flooding back. The warehouse. Duke. Love attacking with the knife. Gunshots. Falling.
I turned my head slowly. Michael was sleeping in a chair next to my bed head at an awkward angle. He looked so tired, he had dark circles around his eyes and stubble on his jaw. Kitty was knitting something in another chair, with trembling fingers.
I wanted to say something, but my throat was too dry. I gave a very croaklike sound. Both of them jerked awake.
“Betty!” Kitty shrieked, running alongside me. "Oh thank God, you're awake."
Then Michael was there, taking my hand. "How do you feel?"
"Water," I managed.
Michael p
