Serum

-Sixty-Eight-

I wasn’t aware the car had started moving at first, and I don’t know how long we’d been traveling before I realized my weight was shifting and Conner had a hand on the roof, trying to hold us in one place. Then it slowly occurred to me that I had bleary vision in my left eye. We must have been going fast, Conner’s fingers were dug into the fabric above his head to the first joint, and we still swayed with each jolt and turn.

My right eye felt like it was made of sandpaper. I couldn’t see out of it at all. So it shocked me when Tara spoke.

“Conner, look! Her eye!..” Tara murmured. I couldn’t speak. There was still a wrist in my mouth. But I wasn’t sure I could have spoken even if there wasn’t. I was almost desperate to ask them what was wrong with my eye. What was wrong with me. I had pie