"Neve? Neve, wake up," Popi called out, her hand slowly jerking Neve's shoulder back and forth.
She looked around the dark cave, trying to understand where they were. Thanks to the small reflection of light coming from the other side of the cave, she was able to see a little bit. Not much, but enough to make out shapes and shadows.
She could see where she was. The stone walls of the cave. The cold floor beneath them. The tall guards standing outside their prison room, blocking any chance of escape.
And she could see Neve sleeping unconscious beside her on the hard ground.
She was beginning to panic. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She did not know medicine like Neve did. She did not know how to treat injuries or illnesses like Gideon did. She did not know what to do except to keep calling his name over and over again, hoping he would hear her and wake up.
"Neve, wake up," she begged again, rocking him slowly. Her hands were shaking. Her voice was shaking.
