Nightshifted (Edie Spence 1)

“Are these my guts, or yours?” I asked, nestling my head into his shoulder. Moving hurt less and less now. Hooray for me.

“Mine. Maybe. Edie—just be quiet for a second, will you?”

“No,” I said, but then was quiet anyhow.

“Edie, I’ve got to go. ”

“No—”

“At the meth lab, I’m sure people saw me. But even before that—there’s only so many times you can get burned and survive and your coworkers don’t think it’s strange. Add that to the fact that I don’t age—and that that entire hospital’s staff saw me there tonight, looking like a Frankenstein—”

“No one believes night shift. ” I curled my hand into his chest. He was warm compared to me; I felt so cold. “I’m tired, Ti. You can’t leave me. Not now. ”

“I’ve got to. At least for a while. But I don’t know how long that’ll be. ”

“This—that—that’s not some euphemism for dying, is it?” I looked up at him. His face was blurry, and I didn’t know if it was all his new skin or my tears. “Because you—that’s not fair. ”

“I’m not dying, Edie. Just going. We’ll get you to the hospital first, though. I’m not leaving until I know that you’re okay. ”

“Don’t go. ” I hid my face against his chest, felt the flesh there give beneath me. Another wave of exhaustion and chill pulled me down. “We’ll talk about it when I wake up, right?”

“Good—” I heard him begin, and I knew he was about to say “good night” or “good-bye” but I didn’t hear enough.

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

“Human. ”

Things felt strange—but they smelled familiar. Too familiar.

“Human. ”

Something hit my face, hard. I blinked, and saw a frizzy blond halo looking down. “Human?”

“Tired,” I whispered, but I wasn’t sure I made a sound.

“Human, do you want my blood?”

I blinked my eyes open. There were two Y-connected IV sets over me, draining red fluid in. “Blood?”

“That’s mortal blood. I am offering you more. ” A skinny wrist blotted out the emergency room lights. A red gash appeared on it, and then blood on this, bright red, like a seam.

I closed my lips firmly.

“I will not force you. ” Anna’s strong fingers grabbed my chin, twisted my head, and made me focus my attention on her. “But if you die, I will be very upset. ”

My vision faded, and she disappeared. “Ti?” I asked. “Anna?” I looked around. County’s emergency room was full; I could hear screaming children, crying mothers, the clamor of twenty different languages, all the hustle and bustle of life and death around me.

And I was just another stab wound on a Saturday night.

I flagged down a nurse by attempting to crawl out of bed. “Call Meaty. On Y4. ”

She looked unsure. Of course she was, I’d just given her the name of a person she’d never m

et, and a location she’d never been to.

“Extension six-sixty. It’s important. Tell him Edie Spence is here,” I pleaded.

She could have ignored me, but she didn’t. I saw her go for a phone as I relaxed back into bed.

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE

I woke to the smell of cleanser and floor wax. I knew Ti was gone. Through half-lidded eyes, I could see red nails.

“Edie Spence?” a nurse I knew was day shift said nasally. I pretended to be asleep. Apparently I’d lived, or this was a very authentic hell.

She didn’t care enough to roll my eyelids back and check for pupil responses, which was good, because with her acrylics she might have taken out my cornea. Instead she poked me in the chest a few times, and I did my best to lie there like a lump of unresponsive meat. I heard her leave and knew she’d chart: Withdrawal to pain? Negative.

After that, I shifted around in bed like a sleeping person might. I was sore from stem to stern, had two peripheral IVs in my left arm, and there was an abdominal binder around my midsection. Other than that, I didn’t really hurt.

Not physically at least. But now that I was awake, memories came rushing back. Ti, saying he was going away. How long had I been out for? Long enough, some part of me knew. I had to fight the impulse to curl up in bed; it’d be a dead giveaway. So I lay there limp and ragged, waiting for sleep to come again. One of the drips going into my arm was a narcotic—I could see the bright pink “Dose Check!” warning stickers on its bag.

Wait a second. I knew how IV pumps worked. I could—

“Way to get the most out of your County-sponsored health insurance policy,” said a familiar voice. I started, caught with one arm reaching for the IV pole, and turned to see Gina’s smiling face.

“Gina? What’re you doing here?”

She grinned down at me. “I saw you move some when I walked by outside. I thought I’d come in and check. ”

“But why’re you on day shift?” I strained to look past her shoulder. “If that day shift nurse comes back, I’m still dead, okay?”