Page 33 of Unearthed Dreams (Sable Point #3)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

CHARLIE

“Chase, slow down,” I yelled over the roar of the engine.

The wind whipped my hair against my face, stinging my cheeks. My fingers ached from gripping Chase’s leather jacket. The speedometer needle crept higher, trees blurring past in dark smears.

“Chase!”

A flash of orange darted into the road.

Chase jerked the handlebars.

My stomach lurched.

Metal screamed.

The world spun.

Sky. Ground. Sky. Ground.

Impact.

Pain .

Sirens wailed in the distance.

Red and blue lights painted the trees.

Voices floated above me, urgent and distorted.

“Female, early twenties...”

“... multiple contusions...”

“... responsive to pain...”

Antiseptic.

Beeping.

White ceiling tiles.

A hand squeezing mine.

“Charlie, can you hear me?”

Darkness crept in from the edges.

Like ink in water.

Like night.

Like nothing.