Adira
Two days passed by and the mark on my neck was not healing, my body was rejecting it and I was pleased however, it made me sick. I was often nauseated and had a high fever.
"Are they looking for us?" The quiet voice of Rachel spoke.
"Yes, they'll find us soon, trust Chance and Wyatt," I told her gently, she nodded and closed her eyes. Rachel acted tough not to worry me but she was panicking and I heard her cry at night.
The door opened and the woman who brought us our meals walked in.
"Hello," I greeted her today again, I've been trying to gain her trust by talking to her and asking how she was doing, from the looks of it, she wasn't alright because she came in with new wounds every day.
"Hello, Luna. How are you doing today and how is the pregnant lady?" she asked slowly.
"We are alright. Thank you for the medicine," I said.