Beep. Beep. I hear my breath before I feel it. Something’s on my finger, and a long ropy wire is attached to it. My eyelids flutter and bright light attacks when I open my eyes. So I close them.As I breathe, my exhales are louder than my inhales. I’m breathing through my nose. The room is cold. The ropy thing makes me start to scream.The scrape of chair legs against the floor fills my ears, and then a soft, soothing voice is next to my head. Warm, loving hands on my arms.The screams die in my throat as I open my eyes and see Mom and Marissa standing over me, worried looks creasing their brows.“It’s okay. You’re safe,” Mom says. She pats my arm with the weird ropy thing on it. I look down. There’s a clamp in my finger attached to a wire, and I have two IVs sticking out of the crook of my elbow. I’m wearing a hospital gown and am under what feels like three layers of blankets. Those aren’t ropes tying me to a chair.I’m not handcuffed to the bed.I am not naked and on display.No one has a hose to turn on me.My body relaxes with relief.“Mom!
What do You think about Keeping Allie (Breaking Away #3)?
