Page 224 of On a Fault Line

In this moment, my top priority is getting myself better to be whole again. That was the purpose of coming here anyway.

Rex didn’t cause my mental turmoil. He just made it easier to use it against me.

And I played right into his hands.

I rub at my sore arm where I was…injected.

Dr. Radinsky. She was here. She came to see me. She’ll help. She doesn’t know Rex is playing for the wrong team.

Feeling electrified, I shut off the water and manage to pull myself up to standing. Reaching for a towel, I dry off and dig through the cabinets to see if there are more clothes.

None.

Trying to stay upright, I use the wall for balance but fall into it instead, blinking to adjust my vision to the red light. It’s making me dizzy.

Water drips from my still soaked clothes onto the tiled floor.

I’m barefoot.

Huh.

I guess I took my shoes off? I look around. I’m not even sure where they would be.

I just need to get out in the hallway and find Dr. Radinsky. She needs to know that…

Oh yeah, she drugged me.

I rub at my arm.

She’s not evil. She probably had no choice.

Wait, I just had that thought already—right?

It’s like my brain is some old record player I see in older movies, skipping when the vinyl gets scratched.

My brain is skipping.

I am a mess.

My mind jumps from idea to idea, unable to form a complete thought.

Why am I here?

How did I get here?

Rubbing at my temples, I feel the pounding as my migraine continues to develop. I need to hydrate. Maybe my blood sugar is just low.

I brought me here.

Maybe someone has juice.

I could go for fresh pineapple mango.

I’m so thirsty.

Collins would have juice.

He’s not here.

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