Adira

Two days passed by and the mark on my neck was not healing, my body was rejecting it and I was pleased however, it made me sick. I was often nauseated and had a high fever. 

"Are they looking for us?" The quiet voice of Rachel spoke. 

"Yes, they'll find us soon, trust Chance and Wyatt," I told her gently, she nodded and closed her eyes. Rachel acted tough not to worry me but she was panicking and I heard her cry at night. 

The door opened and the woman who brought us our meals walked in. 

"Hello," I greeted her today again, I've been trying to gain her...