neck.
âAre you sure he injected you?â he asks. âI donât see a hole here, just the scrapes you had before. Old blood. Mostly. Itâs stopped bleeding, though. I donât see anything new.â
I reach up again, wincing because this time itâs my injured hand, and I gently run my fingertips over my skin. I can feel myself shaking. Shock is beginning to set in. I need to know before it gets any worse.
And yet I donât want to know.
âI felt it go in, Kel.â I nod at the empty syringe on the floor. Neither of us wants to pick it up. Itâs radioactive. Itâs deadly. Contaminated. Viral. Whatever it held is now inside of me.
âYeah, but heââ
âI know what I felt. And I know what I saw.â
âMaybe itâs not what you think.â
âYeah, youâre right, Kel, â I snap. âMaybe itâs just a vitamin B shot.â
I stare at him. He tries to hold my gaze, but canât. He canât mask the look in his eyes, the fear. The knowing. Iâm a dead girl. He knows it. A curtain rises over his face, covers his eyes. Concern. Suspicion. Already heâs giving up on me, writing me off.
âKelly⦠please.â
âHold still,â he tells me, irritation creeping into his voice.
I brush his hands aside. âForget it. It doesnât matter. We need to think about the others. We need to get the stupid tram moving again before the rest of the group dies.â
I donât even know if theyâll recover.
Iâm on the verge of crumbling. I need to move. I need to keep moving or else Iâll fall down and never get back up again.
Reluctantly, Kelly turns away from me and studies the control panel.
âI tried moving the lever back up,â I say. âThatâs supposed to tell the tram to go back in the direction weâd just come, but I canât.â
Kelly tries a couple switches and dials. He only manages to flip off the blinking emergency lights, which is a relief, and get the main lights back on.
âButton,â he says, showing me the side of the lever. He pushes it and the lever moves, but the trams doesnât.
âShit,â he says.
I turn away to go check on the others, leaving Kelly to figure out how to get the tram moving again. I want to make sure everyoneâs still breathing.
Stephenâs eyes follow me as I slip past him in the passenger compartment and make my way toward the others in the back. I have to fight my desire to plant a front kick straight into his face. Only my training and the memory of Nurse Mabel keep me from doing it.
âYou can leave, you know,â he tells me, taunting. âThink about it. No implant anymore. No one to control you, now or ever. The failsafe wonât work on you. Just power this thing up again and drive yourself right on out of here. You and your boyfriend. He can go, too.â
I donât know why my body has rejected the new implant. Apparently Iâm unique. All the othersâ implants seem to be functioning.
âIâd never leave my friends.â
âTheyâll only hold you back, Miss Daniels.â
âShut up. Just shut the fuck up.â
I reach Reggie first, sprawled out where Kelly dragged him after tying Stephen up. Thereâs a knot forming on his forehead, and itâs already bruising. He breathes in agonizing wheezes.
Jake appears to be worse off. His body is twitching, like heâs being electrocuted. His tongue protrudes from his mouth and heâs making a wet, gagging sound. I turn him onto his side to keep him from choking. Itâs about the only thing I know about seizures and such. That, and to move the person away from furniture so they wonât hurt themselves. Not much I can do about that in here where space is tight. At least heâs still breathing.
Ash is on the floor now, having slipped off her seat when the tram stopped. I check to see that sheâs