When Iggy awoke, he did so with a jolt of adrenaline. He flew forward off of Emi’s thighs and hunched over like a runner. With each large breath, he felt the decaying skin over his wound pull tight and apart. And with each precious breath more than a second of the last few days of his life went to waste. He felt it through all of his bones. Very little time to live.
“Iggy?” Emi chased him with her words. “Iggy? Where are you going? Iggy, it’s me. Emi.”
Iggy swallowed hard and he hunched his shoulders further forward to try and hide the hideousness beneath the bandages. “I know,” he said over his shoulder.
Emi leaned forward, too. “Do you remember anything? Anything at all?”