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"Your nice clothes," Savannah began, mounting a weak protest. She winced when he tore the sleeve from his suit, then winced again when he pressed the cloth against her head.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Better, so much better. She could breathe now, she was finding, now that her body had been freed from the speaker casing. Her eyes flickered open again, and she smiled. "You're taking such good care of me..."
Flickering thoughts of romance danced through her head. Thank God CJ was here. If she'd been here alone... Alone. Samantha. "Oh my God. Samantha." Somehow, in the fuzziness and pain, her sister and brother had escaped her mind. Had it been just Jesse, she might have stayed put, but the thought of her sister being trapped somewhere alone again...
Savannah struggled to push herself off the floor. Her body seemed stiff and uncooperative. Immediately, her vision swam, blurring CJ with the lights above, and her head whirled. It felt as though she were a dandelion seed being carried by the wind. "CJ..."