Chapter TWENTY-EIGHT
One.
There was a hint of warm air against my face.
Two.
I felt the surface underneath me hit my back like being slapped with a wooden plank.
Three.
Pain.
Four.
A scream leapt from my throat.
Five.
I rolled over and vomited on whatever surface I lay on, my stomach heaving.
Six.
Someone screamed.
Seven.
My eyes finally opened.