Mya's pov:
I couldn't move my arms or my legs. My mouth tasted like metal and sandpaper. I tried to speak but couldn't. I looked down at my wrists and my legs. I was cuffed to a metal bed. "Help." I tried to say. It sounded more like a dying dog. I tried again. "Help." It sounded muffled that time. I cleared my throat and coated my mouth with a little bit of saliva. "Help." I managed. I had to blink twice. I saw the same doctor that Artic showed me. "Are you real?" I said, confused.
"I am. Welcome back to the land of the living." The doctor gestured.
"What happened? I remember shifting into Artic, getting whipped, and nothing else."
The doctor came over to me and held my hand. "Mya, my name is Doctor Price. You caught the parvovirus. It's a very deadly virus. One out of twenty make
