CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Beams started, staring up at the tiled ceiling above him. His heart hammering in his chest, his clothes drenched in sweat, Beams wasn’t sure where he was or what just happened. His memories were a jumble of images and colors which made no sense to him. He felt kind of like he had just bungee jumped off of a very tall tower and the cord had broken at the tightest moment.
But I am alive, Beams thought. I think.
He put a hand on his chest and felt a bandage around it. At first, he wasn’t sure why he was wearing a bandage, but then he suddenly remembered being shot by one of President Sagan’s bodyguards and he remembered everything. He sat up, panting and sweating, tossing the blankets off him. He was still wearing his pants, but he was currently shirtless. He looked around
