CHAPTER 26
Over the next few days, I’m vaguely aware of my surroundings, just conscious enough to know that I’m not doing too hot. I sleep. I wake up to see random faces encouraging me to eat or drink, men with frowns asking how I feel or women with scared faces checking my vitals. I don’t hurt. I’m not tired or hungry. Why don’t they just let me rest? If anyone asks me a question beyond my name, my head splits when I think about the answer.
The sun is shining in through my window, nearly blinding me as I try to blink it back off.
“Good morning.” The voice that greets me is familiar but feels out of place here.
Hee-Man?
He smiles and pulls his chair a little closer to my bedside. “Are you thirsty?” He holds a straw toward me, and I take a sip of what tastes like rusty water.
“What ar
