We stayed like that for a while, the quiet stretching out as the heat of the day seeped into the building. The fever made everything feel distant, like I was watching the world through a foggy window. I leaned my head back against the wall, closing my eyes just for a moment.
"Don't fall asleep," Alex snapped, his voice cutting through the haze.
I jerked awake, blinking rapidly. "I wasn't—"
"Yes, you were," he said flatly. "You pass out now, and you're not waking up anytime soon."
I nodded, forcing myself to sit up straighter. The throbbing in my leg was relentless, each pulse of pain sharper than the last. But I bit my tongue and stayed quiet.
After some minutes, Alex stood abruptly.
"We're moving."
I blinked up at him, my body protesting even the thought of walking again. "Already?"
"Yeah." He slung the bag over his shoulder, glancing toward the broken windows. "We've stayed here long enough. It's only a matter of time before someone—or something—shows up."
