My limbs feel unusually heavy, and I feel weak. There's something worrisome dancing on the edge of my memory, and I know it's important. Unfortunately, the incessant throbbing in my temples is a distraction. It's hard to think when your head feels like it's being splintered into two.“Livvy?”Dread fills me as I pry my eyes open to find Khristos staring down at me. He looks pale, and his eyes are dark with worry. I see that I'm in my room, on my bed. I lick my dry lips and say, “I think I need a doctor. It hurts. Really bad.”“I know.” His eyes turn grim, and there’s a hard glint within them. “We're going to get you better, Livvy. You just have to trust me.”Our conversation from earlier unfolds within my mind, causing me to tense up slightly. “I will trust you when you take me to the hospital,” If I can get him to take me somewhere public...“The hospital can't fix what's wrong with you. Livvy, it's time to test my theory.” A dry laugh escapes me. “That's right.
