A CRAZY PROPOSAL.

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW. Have you ever been hit by a truck? No? Well, I haven’t, but if I were, it would feel exactly as right now. My muscles screamed in pain, my belly rumbled in hunger; I fought to open my eyes… basically, it felt like I was in hell. “Sloane….” I heard someone calling from far away as I stirred, the dark haze clearing bit by bit as I opened my eyes inch by inch. “Can you hear me?” The person called again, but I got a whiff of his garlic breath….and I wanted to puke. “Move,” I said, but it came out muffled from how uncomfortable I was, and because I felt him literally hover. “What was that?” he asked, dropping his face even closer to mine, and I almost screamed….I would have screamed if I had an ounce of energy in me. “She wants you to back the hell up.” I heard someone else say….But I still hadn’t opened my eyes, because my lids felt like they weighed a ton. “Oh.” The person squeaked, and finally, I felt him move away; and fresh, ungarlicy air wafted in my nostri