Katelina handed her mother another bottle of blood and checked her watch. 12:22 and a heartbeat of sixty-five. She turned heavy lidded eyes toward the window. She could feel the sun on the other side of the garbage bags and newspapers. A primitive part of her screamed that she needed to get farther away, deeper in the earth.
Her mother gulped the last of the bottle and flopped back, chest heaving. "I'm so thirsty."
"You just think you are." Katelina patted her hand. "Close your eyes and go to sleep."
"Where am I? I feel sick."
Katelina yawned. "You'll be fine in a few hours."