BeatenChapter 8
I woke with a dull ache all over my body. My body! I could feel my body. Someone was holding my hand in the dark. I tried to speak, an unrecognisable noise and it felt like someone was using sandpaper on my throat. “Oh Karen! Here try some of this.” Something cold touches my lower lip, wet, my mouth is wet. I try hard and manage to swallow. The cold trickle soothes my aching throat a little. “That’s a good girl, try to rest now.” “Sharri?” My voice cracks. “Yes Karen, I’m here.” Her...