Chapter Sixteen
Carl woke up. He was sitting in a chair, and his head and arms were on a bed. Disoriented for a moment, he sat bolt upright and looked around. As he realized where he was and remembered what had happened the previous day, he immediately swung around to Makey. The kid was motionless, and his skin was like alabaster. Carl leapt up and grabbed his shoulder.
“What?” exclaimed Makey, his eyes snapping open.
“Geez, I thought you were dead,” said Carl.
“Ahhh,” Makey said, wincing as he eased his shoulder from Carl’s grasp, which made him move his neck. “No, I’m still around, thanks.”
“Sorry. How are you feeling? Are you hungry? Or thirsty? Would you like me to get you something to drink?”
“Yeah, something to drink would be great.”
Carl left him and ran up the stairs two at
