Saving Meghan by Palmer D. J

Author:Palmer, D. J. [Palmer, D. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, Mystery, Suspense, Adult, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781250107480
Goodreads: 40122065
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2019-04-09T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 28

MEGHAN

“How are you feeling?” The muffled voice pricked my ears before it faded. At first, I thought I was dreaming until I heard the voice say, “Open your eyes if you can.”

I tried, but it felt like someone had stuck tape across my eyelids. Eventually, I got them open. Light flooded my eyes, but for a time my vision stayed blurred. As things began to come into focus, I could make out Dr. Nash leaning over me, studying me. Her concerned look was the kind someone might give you if they’d seen you take a fall.

“How are you feeling?” she asked again.

The heavy smell of astringent cleaners acted like smelling salts, bringing me more fully to my senses. At that moment, I knew exactly where I was. Turning my head slowly, I glanced out the window expecting to see daylight, but instead confronted a darkening sky. The slight bit of movement sent a shattering pain ripping through my skull.

What happened to me?

The last thing I remembered was being with my parents in Charlotte’s Web, and my mom complaining about how silly those room names were because it spoiled her good memories of the cherished book. I was upset because they weren’t taking me home. For a second, I put my hopes on this being a dream, and that I was home, in my comfy bed, but the pain in my skull was too real—and even my nightmares weren’t that cruel.

I tried to swallow, but my throat was so dry I could have choked on air. Dr. Nash noticed and gave me a plastic cup filled partway with water. I propped myself up on one elbow and drank, slowly, savoring the wetness coating my throat. A chill went through me despite the sweatpants and sweatshirt I had on.

“What happened?” I asked, my voice raspy and weak.

It was then I realized Dr. Nash was not the only one in the room with me. Dr. Levine was there as well.

“You gave us quite a scare,” Dr. Nash said.

I stretched my mind, bending and flexing it, trying desperately to remember, but I came up blank.

“You got very sick,” Dr. Levine said.

“Sick?” I said, confused, while Dr. Nash refilled my cup of water.

But then, in a flash, visions came at me like headlights speeding my way, slicing through the void to illuminate all sorts of unpleasant memories. I remembered my stomach burning, cramping, and my vision going blurry. I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t think straight either. My mother was there, scared for me. I could see her panicked face anticipating the worst. And that was the last memory I had before waking up.

“Do you feel up to talking?” Dr. Levine pulled over a rolling chair, then settled in beside my bed.

Talking? God no. What I felt like doing was crying, but I didn’t think I had a single tear left inside. I felt empty and useless as a flat tire. The deep ache in my heart simply wouldn’t go away. I thought of my room at home.

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