16. I'm Not Them

Lying in the infirmary bed, the dull hum of hospital machinery around me was the only soundtrack to my restless attempts at sleep. My eyelids were heavy, fluttering on the edge of surrender to fatigue, when a sudden commotion outside the door jarred me back awake.

The doorknob jiggled, a sound unnervingly out of place in the quiet of the night. My heart hammered against my chest. The fear that Cameron might be coming back to finish what he started made me start shivering uncontrollably.

I tensed, looking around the room in search of anything I could use as a weapon.

There wasn't much. A plastic water jug and a few medical instruments that were too flimsy to be of any actual use against a guy who was easily a foot taller than me.

The lock on the door clicked. A slow, deliberate sound that echoed ominously in the small space. I braced, ready to defend myself. What was the point of a lock if there were still keys out there that could open the door? I kicked myself for thinking I was sa