Fifteen

It smelled like vomit and sweat. Dark and cold, then hot. Bright orange light, and sweet-smelling moss. A pretty voice. Leigh pulled herself out of the dark hole that had become her thoughts, and sleep. She stared up at a smooth stone roof. The sound of waves crashing into rocks sounded peaceful. The crackle of a fire made flickering shadows dance across the stone walls. She pushed herself onto her elbows, blinking away that annoying blurry dot.

"Leigh," breathed a soft voice, relieved.

She turned her head, looking straight into Six's grey eyes. His hand clutched Leigh's.

"You're ok." He smiled. Something was off. His face was tinged a light grey, and he looked absolutely exhausted.

"How are you?" He asked, squeezing Leigh's hand.

"I'm -" A hacking cough fought its way up her lungs. It quickly turned to vomit. She turned over and spat it out, then wiped her face. "- ok. What happened?"