I wait until I actually hear him. At the sound of his voice, my body goes lax. I need to stand, but I'm unable to send the message to my legs. "Moon," I groan. Flashlights are fanned out in four directions and they zero in on the sound of my croaky voice. Moon gets to me first and goes to his knees beside me. I wince when the flashlights blind me.
"Move the lights off her," Moon snaps. All but the one he's holding move away. He tips his down. Bad cop, I want to tell him. Always limit their vision. I'm not a cop, though, and Moon most definitely isn't either.
"Speak to me, baby." He pushes the hair from my face.
I feel nauseated and I only manage to mumble this information. He must understand because he wraps his arm around my chest and keeps me from falling face first into vomit as my g
