Chapter 18

Amelia

When I open my eyes, a migraine sucker punches me so fast that I wish I had just kept my eyes closed. I see stars, galaxies, and bright showers of glittering comets; everything is spinning, and my throat is drier than the deserts of Sahara—no matter how hard I click it, I can't wash away the taste of vomit.

It takes a while to realize those spinning lights are actually the chandelier hanging in the ceiling. I'm inside Ryan's cabin again, lying on the couch like a corpse, and I can hear something sounding like it's getting fried in the kitchen; even the air smells delicious.

But I'm not hungry, too in pain to even think about food in my current state. Looking down at my arm, I notice pink bandages are neatly covering it.

I squint my eyes; there are names written there: Courtney with a heart following her name, Billy scribbled something hard to read, Giovani can actually write like people, and then further up, I see Ryan's name framed between two cro