Tyrell's POV
I ache all over, as if a live rock band is pounding away inside my head, while a chorus of voices chatter incessantly. It's torture, knowing I'm too weak to stay awake yet too determined to slip back into the deep sleep I've partially escaped. That sleep felt like a blend of death and hell rolled into one. But I must rouse myself to save Hannah, Sheilah, and Luca. I focus all my energy on moving my big toe, then my index finger, and finally coaxing my heavy eyelids to twitch open, as if they've been glued shut.
"I hope he wakes up soon. I thought Krystal loved him, why would she choose Luca," one of the voices murmurs.
Those words, "wake up soon," "Krystal," "loved him," and "choose Luca," clash in my mind, causing discomfort. I must awaken, even if it means sacrificing an
