Chapter 96: No One's Perfect

Paintings on the walls swam before Levx's vision and he squeezed his eyes shut to stop nausea pulsing through his skull and stomach. Everywhere pain radiated into every cell of his body. What had happened?

The memory of his fight with the two Tryns rushed forward like a freight train. One of the creatures had escaped and headed into town.

Megan! What if the Tryn had gotten to her? How long had he been out? Fear strangled him. He moved to rise, but a hand pressed down on his chest.

"Easy there, son. Your injuries are severe."

"Where am I?" He licked his dry lips, the motion making him wince as he tasted the metallic note of blood. "What's happened? Where's Megan?"

His father moved and a chair squeaked. Levx cracked open his eyes that felt like they were swollen. They were in one of the makeshift recovery rooms in their apartment complex. Bandages wrapped around Levx's torso, left arm, and both his legs.