Seth
Owen’s voice filters through my brain. “Think he’s coming around. Get the doctor.”
I try to move groaning as every muscle feels tight. Did I forget to stretch before some kind of extreme sparring? Why do I ache everywhere. Then my brain kicks back in.
Addi!
Morgan…..that asshole killed me. Or thought he did. Owen….he was there.
My eyes open and Owen is leaning over me.
“Thank the Goddess Seth. I was going to kill myself to grab you and haul you back if you died on us.”
I try to talk but nothing comes out. “Hold up buddy. Let me put some ice chips in your mouth. Your throat has probably dried up.”
After the spoonful of ice chips melt down my throat, I feel relief. “Mo….rrre.” I rasp out.
He keeps slowly feeding them to me. I gaze around the room. Some hospital who knows wh
