Rebecca presses the torn dress to her neck with one hand and fumbles for the sink with the other. The water rushes on and she cups her hand and splashes it onto her nurse’s face. The nurse coughs and splutters and her eyes flicker open.
“Miss Arlington, what’s going on?” the nurse asks. “Why am I on the floor? Oh my god—why are you bleeding?”
“I need to go to the hospital,” Rebecca says, panting for breath.
“What about Andrea?” the nurse asks. “Is she okay?”
“I’m going to be fine,” Andrea says. “But Rebecca isn’t. She’s losing a lot of blood. You need to get her out of here.”
“Shut up,” the lead kidnapper shouts.
Andrea opens her mouth to scream for help but a rough cloth covers her mouth and nose. She shakes her head back and forth, but the cloth smells sickly sweet and it make
