So his oxygen cut down to almost
nothing, that was why he fainted. No air to breathe. Shit, that’ll
do it to you right there.
My hands aren’t itching so much
anymore. They were swollen for a little while but that’s gone, too.
Now they just throb, like someone hollowed out my bones and filled
them with shards of glass. I can’t believe I just ran my hand
through that glass earlier. How stupid could I be? There are a few
tiny scabs on my palms and they still sting some. I just wasn’t
thinking.
Well, I wasthinking, but only
about Jareth. God, I’m glad he’s okay. And he doesn’t have the
virus—thank you, Jesus.
Rion’s hands are on my hips. I think
I’m falling for this boy. He’s got his head ducked down between my
shoulder blades and his knees curved just below my ass, like I’m
sitting in his lap even though I’m lying on my side. He crawled in
my bunk as soon as we all called it a night, probably didn’t even
lie down in his and wait for the others to fall asleep like he