Roxy's POV
I stayed planted in a shitty plastic chair, my ass already going numb. Mira was out cold on the bed, looking way too pale under the harsh fluorescents.
To keep from staring at her, I pulled out my phone and fired up Warfront: Assault. A little digital violence was exactly what I needed. I was deep in a ranked match, my sniper's crosshairs steady on some camper's skull across the map. One more second…
BRRRRING.
My phone screamed to life, the call screen blasting over my game. I watched, utterly betrayed, as my character got headshotted because I froze.
"You have got to be kidding me!" I snarled, accepting the call and jamming the phone to my ear. "There better be a good reason why you are calling me. You just got me killed."
"Roxy." The voice on the other end was crisp, no-nonsense. Dr. Chloe. "I saw the news feeds from the Serpent's Kiss."
Right. The whole track-going-to-hell live spectacle.
