Chapter Ten
Infested:
A shiver ran through Tommy as he stumbled into the men’s restroom. He clawed at his head, pulling at his hair. His head hurt, and he felt nauseous. He stumbled to the sink.
“Get out of my head,” he groaned, leaning over the porcelain bowl.
A whimper slipped out before he could stop it. He didn’t know what was going on. He’d woken up in the helicopter feeling sick and—weird.
The door behind him opened and Chuck, another member of the maintenance crew, stepped inside and walked over to the urinal. He glanced in the mirror before looking away. Turning on the faucet, he scooped water into his hands and washed his face.
“Hey, Tommy. You feeling alright? You look a little pale,” Chuck said when he walked over and washed his hands.
Tommy nodded and turned off the wate
