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my feet.
“You need a doctor. I’m taking you to the field hospital.”
“No.” I gaze into the woods and wonder if Wes is out there searching for me. He knew that I had gone back in time. He must have followed me here. Why?
Why didn’t he tell me the truth?
What am I supposed to do now?
“Yes. You’re bleeding.” I look up at Lucas, startled out of my thoughts. “And you’re disoriented. Let me take you to the hospital.”
“No. I’m … I shouldn’t be here.” I try to step backward but I stagger and start to fall. Lucas grabs my arms, catching me.
“Come on.” He pulls me against his side. “It’s not far.”
I make one more effort to pull away, one more effort to stand on my own, but the adrenaline has worn off and I barely have the strength to keep my eyes open. Lucas guides me forward and I move with him, the warmth of his body seeping into my own. As we slowly walk toward the white buildings, one thought runs over and over through my head, a song I can’t turn off.
I’ve gone back in time .
I’ve gone back in time .
I’ve gone back in time .
C HAPTER 6
“M iss?”
I shift my body. My feet sting, and I rub them together under the blanket.
“Lydia?”
I open my eyes slowly. There’s a man leaning over me, his green eyes inches from mine.
“Oh good, you’re awake.” He stands up and consults a chart in his hands. I sit up carefully and glance around the room. There are six other cots lined against the walls, though all of them are bare, with folded white sheets resting on top. The room has pale peach-colored walls and two windows that look out onto the forest. One of the windows is open, and a strong breeze tugs at the yellow curtains.
“Hello.” My voice is rough with sleep. I’m wearing a white cotton nightgown two sizes too big, and it billows around me like a sail in the wind. “Who are you?”
“I’m your doctor.”
My doctor has a short beard and dark hair sprinkled with gray. I notice his white coat is open, and I can see suspenders and blue shirt sleeves rolled up. “How are you feeling this morning?”
I stretch. My muscles ache, but otherwise I’m not in any pain. “Good. I feel good.”
I hear voices outside. We must be near the mess hall, or the barracks. Bits of conversation and the acrid scent of cigarette smoke float in through the window.
“Do you know where you are?” The doctor looks down at me over his square, wire glasses. There’s something familiar about his eyes and the full shape of his mouth. I nod. “The field hospital.”
The doctor smiles, and I wonder if I just passed some sort of test.
Sunlight streams through the open window. “What time is it?” I ask. I’ve been here since last night, when Lucas handed me over to the Red Cross nurse on duty. She cleaned the cuts on my feet and helped me into bed, even though it was only early evening. Despite the sick feeling I couldn’t shake, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
“A little after ten.” The doctor sits down on a chair next to the bed. A heavy stethoscope swings against his chest. “Do you mind if I look at your feet?”
I shake my head and he peels back the edge of my blanket. I have a small scrape on my right heel and tiny puncture marks scattered on both soles.
The doctor picks up a cloth and wets it with alcohol. I stay still as he cleans the cuts. He picks up one foot, then the other, prodding each scrape with his finger. Finally he straightens, pulling the blanket back over me. “These will heal in a few days.”
“Thanks, Doctor … I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t.” He stands and places the used cloth onto a tray. “It’s Dr. Bentley.”
Oh my god.
“Did you say Bentley ?” My voice sounds unnaturally high and piercing.
He tilts his head and looks at me oddly. “Yes. Are you all right?”
“I’m … I thought you said something else.” I stare at him. We have the same green eyes, and the way he
“You need a doctor. I’m taking you to the field hospital.”
“No.” I gaze into the woods and wonder if Wes is out there searching for me. He knew that I had gone back in time. He must have followed me here. Why?
Why didn’t he tell me the truth?
What am I supposed to do now?
“Yes. You’re bleeding.” I look up at Lucas, startled out of my thoughts. “And you’re disoriented. Let me take you to the hospital.”
“No. I’m … I shouldn’t be here.” I try to step backward but I stagger and start to fall. Lucas grabs my arms, catching me.
“Come on.” He pulls me against his side. “It’s not far.”
I make one more effort to pull away, one more effort to stand on my own, but the adrenaline has worn off and I barely have the strength to keep my eyes open. Lucas guides me forward and I move with him, the warmth of his body seeping into my own. As we slowly walk toward the white buildings, one thought runs over and over through my head, a song I can’t turn off.
I’ve gone back in time .
I’ve gone back in time .
I’ve gone back in time .
C HAPTER 6
“M iss?”
I shift my body. My feet sting, and I rub them together under the blanket.
“Lydia?”
I open my eyes slowly. There’s a man leaning over me, his green eyes inches from mine.
“Oh good, you’re awake.” He stands up and consults a chart in his hands. I sit up carefully and glance around the room. There are six other cots lined against the walls, though all of them are bare, with folded white sheets resting on top. The room has pale peach-colored walls and two windows that look out onto the forest. One of the windows is open, and a strong breeze tugs at the yellow curtains.
“Hello.” My voice is rough with sleep. I’m wearing a white cotton nightgown two sizes too big, and it billows around me like a sail in the wind. “Who are you?”
“I’m your doctor.”
My doctor has a short beard and dark hair sprinkled with gray. I notice his white coat is open, and I can see suspenders and blue shirt sleeves rolled up. “How are you feeling this morning?”
I stretch. My muscles ache, but otherwise I’m not in any pain. “Good. I feel good.”
I hear voices outside. We must be near the mess hall, or the barracks. Bits of conversation and the acrid scent of cigarette smoke float in through the window.
“Do you know where you are?” The doctor looks down at me over his square, wire glasses. There’s something familiar about his eyes and the full shape of his mouth. I nod. “The field hospital.”
The doctor smiles, and I wonder if I just passed some sort of test.
Sunlight streams through the open window. “What time is it?” I ask. I’ve been here since last night, when Lucas handed me over to the Red Cross nurse on duty. She cleaned the cuts on my feet and helped me into bed, even though it was only early evening. Despite the sick feeling I couldn’t shake, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
“A little after ten.” The doctor sits down on a chair next to the bed. A heavy stethoscope swings against his chest. “Do you mind if I look at your feet?”
I shake my head and he peels back the edge of my blanket. I have a small scrape on my right heel and tiny puncture marks scattered on both soles.
The doctor picks up a cloth and wets it with alcohol. I stay still as he cleans the cuts. He picks up one foot, then the other, prodding each scrape with his finger. Finally he straightens, pulling the blanket back over me. “These will heal in a few days.”
“Thanks, Doctor … I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t.” He stands and places the used cloth onto a tray. “It’s Dr. Bentley.”
Oh my god.
“Did you say Bentley ?” My voice sounds unnaturally high and piercing.
He tilts his head and looks at me oddly. “Yes. Are you all right?”
“I’m … I thought you said something else.” I stare at him. We have the same green eyes, and the way he
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