We’re safe.” Johnny’s voice felt warm in her ear. It comforted her. Lucy opened her eyes but couldn’t see much in the darkness. She felt a soft restraint when she tried to lift her hand. A blanket was covering her, keeping her warm, yet the back of her head still felt icy cold through her intense headache. She wasn’t on the floorboard any longer. As hard as Lucy tried, she couldn’t remember crawling onto the seat. “Where—” She tried to sit up, but he stopped her. “Stay still.” “I’m okay,” Lucy insisted, pushing away the cover. Johnny had his hand on her shoulder, pressing her down. “That’s not entirely true. You have a concussion.” Lucy touched her forehead. “Why is it so dark?” She felt his warm face against her cheek. “It could be because you told me to hide, and I took that literally.” He smelled good, a mixture of faded aftershave and sweat. “Where are we?” She touched the back of her head. Johnny’s hand held an ice pack underneath her hair.
