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Why did her head hurt so bad?
How much had she had to drink?
She must really have been mad about Cameron and Nina to have gotten so wasted.
Wait, why was she on the ground? Was this … the mall parking lot? She turned on her side.
Where was the mall?
“Breathe, honey,” a woman’s voice said. “You’re gonna be okay.”
Teena sucked in air, and it was like she’d swallowed back her memories. Her party. The dead people. The aliens. She wasn’t hungover. She’d been hurt in the last battle. But where were Sarabeth and Leo? And Evan. She had to find them. She sat bolt upright and tried to stand, but her nurse pushed her gently down. “Don’t move too fast, sweetie. We just stitched you up.”
“Yeah, your leg looked pretty awful,” came a familiar voice.
She blinked and turned her head to the other side. There was Cameron Lewis, his teeth gleaming white in his perfect but ash-smudged face. Had Cameron saved her? How had he found her?
Teena smiled wanly in response.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come to,” he said. “Are you okay?” There was worry in his eyes.
“I am, I think,” Teena said. “Are you?”
Cameron nodded. She could barely pay attention to his handsome face because she couldn’t stop herself from looking over his shoulder for Evan and her friends. Maybe Cameron had saved her. And if so, she was grateful. But the weird thing was, she didn’t care the way she would have a few days ago. She just wanted to find everyone else.
“Have you seen your sister?” Teena asked, earning a quizzical look from Cameron.
“Yeah, she’s back with my mom and that Leo guy,” he said. “I can’t believe you guys did what you did. And Evan Brighton. He’s … ”
“What about Evan? Is he okay?” She sat up again and this time didn’t let the nurse urge her back down.
Cameron pointed to a cluster of people. “He was over there. People haven’t stopped coming up to him since he brought you off the ship. It was pretty badass.” Evan had saved her? Again? How many of her lives did she owe the guy?
She stood up. Her leg wasn’t that bad. She started hobbling in the direction Cameron had pointed, even as the nurse protested.
What the nurse didn’t understand was that, for Teena, finding Evan was a matter of life or death.