Kaya
"Would you like a glass of water?" Serena asks, jerking her chin toward the bedside table. "I'm afraid you can't eat just yet—the medicine is still clashing with solid food. You don't seem to be able to keep it down."
"The medicine?" I repeat like a dazed parrot.
She taps her fingers lightly against the inside of my elbow, and only then do I notice the IV line connected to my arm. A clear plastic bag drips steadily above me, and the sight brings a fleeting sense of relief. At least it isn't blood.
Though I'm not sure that makes it any better.
"It's a sedative," she explains, lifting her wrist to glance at the time on her old-fashioned watch. "I can disconnect it now, if you'd like to stretch your legs. In fact, I think it would do you good."
"I can walk around?" My voice comes out louder than I expect, brimming with sudden, reckless excitement. "Where is… where is Damien?"
