Chapter 5

Malayah Hudson fainted.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself in a hospital bed, an IV drip attached to her arm. Her skin itched slightly, making her want to scratch it. Before she could, a hand gently stopped her.

A familiar, calm voice said, "Don't scratch. I'll put some ointment on, and it won't itch for long."

Malayah looked at Desmond Martinez as he picked up the ointment, her tone cool. "You can't see. How are you going to apply it?"

Desmond opened his mouth, but words failed him. Not waiting, Malayah called a nurse to help with the ointment.…