Page 18 of Love Sick

No matter what was done to me, my mind refuses to forget the love I feel for them. And I’ll be damned if I don’t get out of this place to find him.

But I can’t…

“He’s dead, Luna. He died because of the voices inside his head. He was very sick. He had hallucinations, just like you. What he was claiming, to hear the voice of his donor, it’s not real. His mental illness took his life in the end. But I won’t let that happen to you.”

That voice is like a thousand fingernails scraping down a blackboard. I want to silence her…forever, just as she tried to do to me.

“He’s not dead!”

“He is dead. I am so sorry. But if it gives you any solace, his last act was to save you. The love you shared wasn’t conventional, but it made sense to you both. A unique love.”

“Stop it! You’re lying! He wouldn’t leave me.”

My world is suddenly shrouded in darkness because the man I loved…is dead?

They’rebothdead?

Once Noah rearranges himself back into his pants, he kisses me one final time. “Thanks, baby. That was amazing.”

He stands and before he leaves, he makes a mistake which lights a scorching fire inside my belly. “He’s not dead. He’s alive…and she has him.”

And with those words, he animates me back to life because my son…his name is Misha.

And the man I love with all my heart…his name is Dutch.

Mishaisdead.

And I believed Dutch to be too…but he’s not.

That has given me more reason to get out of this fucking hellhole…but not before burning it to the motherfucking ground.

Iforce my eyes to open even though my body protests that I remain in this drug-induced sleep where there’s no pain.

But I can’t.

An unlikely ally has now been brought into the game.

Joy can explain what the fuck is going on because once I know who exactly Jonathan is and how we’re all connected, I can outsmart Alanna.

Blinking a few times, my vision adjusts and I see Joy is in a bed beside me. She too is strapped in. A white bandage is wrapped around her forehead. Where Alanna smashes a hammer into the side of it is stained red.

Unlike me, she isn’t connected to an IV.

It appears Alanna doesn’t care whether she lives or dies. Time is of the essence then.

This is a fucking nightmare.

“Joy!” I whisper, hoping by some miracle she’s alive.

When I hear a pained moan, I sigh in relief.

It takes her a moment, but she finally stirs awake and when her eyes open and she takes in the horror before her, she opens her mouth, ready to scream.

“Don’t scream,” I quickly warn her.

Thankfully, she listens.

Turning her cheek, she looks at me with tears in her eyes. “She’s mad. I didn’t think she would do this. We have to get out of here.”

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