Chapter 87: The Strange Dr. Eliana Moon

"It looks like she's waking up."

No, I'm not.

Clinging to the darkness, I beg my body to sink back into oblivion. It's dangerous out there. Unfortunately, consciousness hovers at the edges of my mind, unwelcome and insistent. My body seems determined to move, with or without my cooperation, unresponsive to my desperate attempts to retreat from reality.

"Left eyelid twitched. Fingers on right hand curled slightly." The clinical tone of an unfamiliar voice pierces through my fog. Male. Bored. Detached.

"You sure she's clean?" Jim's gruff voice. My captor. A flash of memory—struggling, biting down hard. A horrifying taste in my mouth.

My tongue cringes.

"Wouldn't be waking up with even a speck of that shit in her system." The new voice again, a distinct drawl coloring his words. "What were you thinking, anyway?"

A low growl from Jim. "Bitch bit me. Caught me off guard."

Laughter, rich and amused. "Bet that excuse didn't fly too well."