Page 138 of Stitches

In every situation.

It was always my death.

ASYLUM

Ibolted upright in bed, my heart pounding so hard I clutched at it. My mouth tasted like blood. My head was killing me.

“What’s wrong?” Sin called out groggily from his bed as I fell out of mine and onto my knees.

“H-Help. H-Help,” I choked out, clutching my guts.

“What the fuck is happening?” Sin scrambled out of bed and came to me on his knees. “Asylum. Asylum!”

“S-Sirena. F-firefly. Fuck. C-church. G-Get C-Church.”

Sin rushed to his phone and dialed Church while I tried to catch my breath. Blasts of darkness met my vision as I struggled to clear the pain from my body. As I tried tosee.

The forest.

Dark.

Snow.

Tears.

Blood. So much fucking blood.

Her pale face as she lay with her eyes opened and unfocused.

“Sirena,” I choked out, staggering to my feet.

“Hello?” Church called out on speakerphone.

“Where’s Sirena?” Sin asked frantically.

“In her room.”

“She’s not. She’s not.” I stumbled to my closet and grabbed my jacket and fell over trying to put my boots on.

“Check, man. Go. Asylum is freaking out. I don’t know what’s happening.”

The line went silent as I struggled to get my shit on and breathe.

“She’s hurt,” I rasped.

Help her. Fuck, help her. I feel it too.

I cut the voice off and managed to get to my feet, my ribs feeling like they’d been kicked to fuck and back.

I knew my connection to my pretty little firefly was going haywire. I was feeling her pain.

“She’s gone. She’s fucking gone!” Church shouted. There was a cacophony on the line as the watchers rushed to find her.

“Woods. She’s in the fucking woods,” I said, going to the door and slamming into the wall before reaching the doorknob.

“Did you hear him? He said she’s in the woods. We’re going. I’ll be in touch.” Sin hung up and dressed in record time and beat me to the door.

“Come on, you weird fuck. We need to find her,” he said, dragging me out the door.

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