Page 263 - Anonymous

I OPEN MY EYES AN INCH, and the

fluorescent light causes me to instantly

shut them. My mouth hurts, so does my

throat.

“Sinclair.” I frown. I don’t know

that voice.

There’s a buzzing in my ear.

“Sinclair.”

“Yes.” I croak. My eyes are heavy.

“I’m Doctor Finch. Can you open

your eyes for me?”