Page 178 of Depths of Destruction
No, it's not him. It just sounds a lot like him.
Blaise. It must be Blaise.
I try to open my eyes again, but the light is so bright. I moan.
"Come on, Naomi. You can do it," the female voice says.
"So bright."
"Yes, it is. You'll get used to it. Just open your eyes."
I try my best and force them open.
Blaise and Sloane are gazing down with smiles on their faces.
"Wh...where am I?"
"At the hospital. You passed out," Blaise says.
"You've been in and out of it for the last week," Sloane informs me.
"Week?"
"Yes. You have bacterial meningitis."
"What? How—"
"The infection from your back. But the doctor said you're healing well. Since you haven’t slept a lot since you got hurt, he thinks your body is catching up," Blaise says.
"Oh." I take a deep breath. "Wait. I've been here a week?"
"Yes."
"Where's Andre?"
"He's not back yet."
I try to sit up and my head throbs.
"Whoa. Don't move too fast."
A tear falls down my cheek. "Why isn't he back? Something is wrong."
"You don't know that. He's doing what he needs to do and will be back." Blaise states.
His insistence doesn't calm my fears. "He should be back by now! It wouldn't take days to raid the prison."
Blaise's eyes widen.
"What is it?"
"It's been all over the news. Nicolas Gómez is dead."
"When did he die?"
"They first reported it five days ago."
"Five days ago! Then where is Andre?"
