Luke gulped in air as his eyes snapped open. He sat up and his eyes squeezed shut again, his jaw clenching around a jolt of pain that started in his neck and coursed through the rest of him.
"Stay still," came a soft voice from beside him.
"Abel?" Luke asked, peeling his eyes open and turning his head to look at Abel beside him. An even more intense agony trampled through his nerves at the movement. His hand clamped over his neck, and in the back of his head, he was deeply crestfallen that the effects of Abel's venom had already worn off. The world felt so bleak in comparison. He felt pain again, and he felt fear, and he felt apprehension that anything could go wrong at any second.
"Stay still, Luke," Abel repeated, even more gently this time.
Luke complied this time, but his eyes darted around as his confusion peaked.
They were moving. He was reclined in a car seat. Abel was beside him.
"Whitney?" he asked, straining his eyes to try to see the driver.