Iyisha's POV
Iyisha woke slowly, like surfacing through thick water.
Her limbs felt heavy, weighed down by something that wasn't quite exhaustion. Not pain either. Just… different.
Her skin hummed, too sensitive to the cool sheets beneath her, to the shift of air in the room.
She blinked once, twice, her eyelids dragging.
Dark.
She pushed herself up too fast, breath catching as panic hit.
"Calm down. I'm here."
The voice came from her side.
Malcolm.
Moonlight slipped through a broken window, cutting across the room and catching his face.
She looked around, trying to make sense of it. The other room. Gowanus. The cracked walls.
"What… how am I here?"
"Marybeth and Aljun carried you back."
Fragments came back. Hands on her. The street. Being dragged forward.
Why?
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"I… I'm fine. What happened?"
Her body felt wrong. Too aware.
