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~Faye 

Grasping the styrofoam cup in my hand, I splash it across T’s face. 

It shocks him awake, but the moment he attempts to sit up, he falls back onto the bed again. He looks almost paralysed, his muscles seizing, his facial expression seemingly the only part of him that is moving. I kneel on his bed beside him, shaking his shoulders gently, hoping for something. 

“T, we need to get out of here,” I mutter frantically, glancing over my shoulder as if that woman might walk in at any second. 

His dark eyes shift to mine, no longer blank and devoid of attention. He is focusing on me. It takes a few minutes for him to completely come back to his senses. However, he doesn&