Lola’s POV

I tried to call for my mother, but no sound came out. My mouth moved, my lips forming the words, but nothing left them. 

Pain lanced through my head and down my spine. My ribs hurt with every shallow breath. My fingers felt numb and heavy.

Someone shouted. The voice was sharp and close. “Doctor! We need a doctor here!” A hand grabbed my shoulder. 

Another set of hands tried to lift me. My vision blurred at the edges as bright lights swung above me. The world narrowed to the ...