Something stung my arm. I didn’t remember having hurt my arm. And in such a strange place, just inside my elbow . . . Morphine, Melanie whispered. We were already drifting now. I tried to be alarmed, but I couldn’t be. I was too far gone. No one said goodbye, I thought dully. I couldn’t expect Jared . . . but Jeb . . . Doc . . . Ian wasn’t here . . . No one’s dying, she promised me. Just sleeping this time . . .
