C21 Chapter Twenty One

Orgasms

NEON LIGHTS BLARED down at me and the smell of antiseptic and sickness clung to everything. My head throbbed when I opened my eyes, unsure of where I was or what had happened. "Bridgette. Is she okay?"

A man came into view, his bow tie undone and white dress shirtsleeves rolled up. His right hand was bandaged, but he didn't seem to notice. "Catelyn, you've rejoined the living