Page 121 of Zeus

Destruction.

Restraints.

Cuts.

Blood.

Pain.

All of it hits me in the chest at once, a sputtering cough making me bend forward. Sickness spews from me, but the release doesn't give me a single answer to the millions of questions swarming in my head.

"Fucking quit," a woman growls.

She looks familiar, but my brain refuses to pinpoint where I might know her from.

My head dips, the weight of it too much for my neck muscles to control.

"Get a second dose of Narcan ready," she growls.

Narcan.

I've been drugged.

The day floods back.

Bobby and his discovery.

The options he gave me.

The pain that ensued when I didn't give him an answer.

The three goons.

The pain.

The torture.

The pain.

The drugs when I begged for death.

The pain leaving.

Flying.

Angel wings.

"What did they give me?" I manage.

"We don't know," she says. "The Narcan seems to be working, so opioids. Probably a mix of heroin and fentanyl from the information we have."

"Zeus?" I manage, trying to choke back the second wave of nausea.

"I'm right here."

The sight of him makes a sob rack my body. I couldn't care less how many badass commandos are in this fucking room. I was certain he was dead.

I'm not too keen on the look of concern on his face, but at least he's around to give it to me.