"I want to be angry and yell at you," I said as I leaned against the door. "I want to tell you how I feel betrayed by your actions and that this time I truly believed we were goners."
She bit her lip and I straightened up. The bruising on her cheek made me angry that someone had hurt her.
"But honestly the only emotion I'm feeling at the moment is relief," I said as I walked to her, her eyes lifting to hold mine. "This day could have turned out so much worse."
"Bay's not out of danger yet," she reminded me.
"I know. But if she hadn't arrived when she had, all of us would be dead by now. We all owe her our lives."
It was still unreal that we were alive.
"I shouldn't have involved her," Crystal said quietly. I shrugged. Bay wasn't someone who followed orders. She had a mind of her own and she wouldn't have gone along with anything unless she wanted to.
"It wasn't you who involved her in this."
I didn't want to think about Flynn but an image of him appeared in my mind. The moment he changed his course of action. It was unbelievable to actually read what his actions shouted.
For some reason he cared for Bay in some warped type of Keeper way. But something niggled at me. There was something, but I didn't want to think about it now. I cradled Crystal's face.
"You can't keep going off to save everyone," I told her.
Her hands lifted to cover mine.
"I couldn't let innocent people die to save me."
The easy part was understanding the reasoning behind her actions but the difficult part was for the people who loved her that she would leave behind.
I touched my lips to hers and savored our intense connection that flowed through us.
Crystal
Even though we were alive and out of immediate danger, it did nothing to ease the worry I still carried. We still hadn't heard from the Keepers and Bay still hadn't woken up.
Granted it had only been a couple of hours. Kyle was busy updating everyone on what had transpired at the Keepers'.
I was still worried about Bay. James and her parents were in her room with her. It surprised me when thirty minutes later her parents left. I knocked on the door and James told me to come in.
"Can I keep you company?" I asked, taking in her injuries that marred her face.
"Sure," he said. He still looked like he was in pain but our quick self-healing would ensure he wouldn't for too much longer.
The deep purple bruise on the side of her face reminded me of why she was here in the medical center. She had saved us.
We had all seen it happen but I don't think any of us understood why. Flynn had been ready to go along with Travis' plans, he had even been prepared to be the one to kill us one by one. The moment things had changed was when Travis had struck Bay.
To think that Flynn had done what he had to save Bay was imagining the devil with wings singing hymns. I had seen it with my own eyes but I still struggled to believe it. Granted I had harbored hope that Flynn would help us but he had given us over to Travis without a second thought.
Bay stirred slightly and I leaned closer and so did James, his hand supporting his bandaged rib. Her eyes flickered open and she groaned slightly, putting her hand to her bruised face.
"You're okay," James murmured as she began to wake up. He touched her arm as she began to move.
She winced, her face contorted with pain. Her eyes flew open suddenly and she woke up with a start.
"Everything is fine, Bay," I soothed, making her lie back down.
"But…" she began to say as her eyes darted around the room. Her mind was still back at the incident with the Keepers.
"Where am I?" she asked groggily.
