somewhere in the hospital, eloise screams.
jeremiah yanks against his i.v., and it falls out. he calls for her, his voice raw and hoarse, but one of the doctors gently eases him back into bed and slides the i.v. right back in.
"don't put me under," jeremiah protests, his voice beginning to slur. "i don't want to go back there."
he dreams of burning forests and horses running wild.
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Teen Fictionremember when you said i was sick in the head? i'm only halfway there. // copyright © elsa emmalise 2014. all rights reserved.
