CHAPTER 25
THERE WERE VOICES, murmurs that sounded like they were coming from underwater. Tension. Worry. Would the nightmare never cease?
A high-pitched electronic wailing. Ceaseless. Relentless. Enough to drive you crazy if you let it.
Pain everywhere. Hot pain, as if a fiery lance still sizzled inside her. Over and over and over again.
People shouting commands. Hands poking here, prodding there. She wasn’t ready to wake up yet.
“Kennedy? Sweetie? Can you hear me?”
The voice pulled her out of some dark, murky mire. She returned slowly, reluctantly. The light overhead burned. Why was someone shining the sun in her eyes?
“She’s waking up.” The gush of enthusiasm sounded out of place as the nightmare begrudgingly loosened its hold.
She blinked. Her eyes were even scratchier than nor
