I couldn't feel my legs.
I stood there, staring at Nomi's still body on the floor, while Kira pressed her hands against Nomi's chest and murmured medical jargon I couldn't follow.
The other contestants lingered nearby, whispering. I caught their whispers…
"…pregnant…"
"…the Trials will never allow this…"
"…what if it's Vincent's?"
Nomi. Pregnant.
My stomach twisted so tight I thought I might throw up.
Oh God…
I felt Zaara's hand close around mine.
I flinched, and she hesitated.
She guided me gently down to sit beside her on one of the metal benches along the wall.
The surface felt freezing cold through my jumpsuit.
Zaara kept hold of my hand, but she wasn't looking at me either. Her eyes were locked on Nomi, who lay unconscious, sweat glistening on her face.
I tried to speak. Nothing came out. My chest felt crushed.
I couldn't help it. The memory slammed into me.
That night we were drugged.
