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I stared at the concrete ceiling overhead, and frowned.Where the hell was I?
Shit.
Blue Mountain Base. I sat up, touching my side.
There was no pain. I traced the faint line on my stomach, and shook my head. It was healed. I felt like I had a hangover and was thirsty as hell, but other than that, I was very much alive.
I patted the makeshift nest of blankets.
No Colbie.
My heartbeat picked up a notch. Memories filtered through my head. Her small body tucked beside me, her fingers brushing mine, her palm on my brow, her singing—slightly off key.
She’d taken care of me.
“Colbie?”
No answer.
Fuck, where was she?
I pushed up, waiting a second to make sure I wouldn’t keel over. There was no dizziness. I had to find her. I scanned around for my shirt and weapon.
That’s when the door to the infirmary creaked open and my head shot up.
Colbie slipped inside, carrying a bag.
“Oh, you’re awake.” A brilliant smile crossed her face, her relief obvious. “How are you feeling?”
“Where have you been?” I snapped.
She stilled. “I scouted around, to look for some food.”
I scowled. “You should’ve woken me. There could have been monsters?—”
“You needed the rest.” Her gaze dropped to my bare chest.
I liked the way it lingered on me. “Colbie?”
Her gaze jerked up. “You need food. I need food.” She sank down beside me.
I gripped her arms. “Don’t go out without me again. It’s too dangerous.”
“I didn’t see any monsters.” Her nose wrinkled. “I heard one. There are definitely some down here, but thankfully, we didn’t cross paths. I did find something to eat. No guarantee it’ll be good, but hopefully it won’t kill us.” She held up the bag.
I blew out a breath. “Don’t go out alone again.”
She rolled her eyes. “I must have missed when you got made the boss.”
“We’re in a dangerous situation?—”
She grabbed my hand. “I know. I was careful, okay?”
I sighed. “Okay.”
We settled back on the bed. She tore open several packets. They were old, prepackaged food rations.
“You’re feeling better?” she asked.
