I should have been obliterated and not waking up in the clinic alive.
I took a breath and the pain snuck in, roaring like a pride of lions ready for the kill. I gasped.
“Fen? Hey, Fen. You awake? He’s awake!” John sounded upset and relieved. For an instant, he seemed poised to reach for me—to hug me?—yet he backed off and looked around, thankfully keeping his hands to himself.
Since the lions had me in their grasp and an acid rain poured over me, I didn’t want him to get torn to bits too. He couldn’t touch me or act like he was my friend and lover, or the lions would chew him up and the rain would erase the leftovers.
As I gathered my strength to warn him of the danger, he was pushed aside by an older man wearing a white coat and a doctor’s name badge.