Archer POV
“Archer!”
My head felt like it was being hit repeatedly with a sledgehammer from the inside as the throbbing of my blood pumped through my veins. I scrunched my eyes tighter as I gritted through the worst of it until it slowly started to fade.
“Archer!”
A voice beckoned me back to the land of the living and I blinked rapidly up at the artificial light above me.
“Oh, thank heavens!”
I turned my head to see my father perched next to me, his hollow face contorted in worry and then relief. Memories of him stabbing me in the neck with that needle flooded my mind and I jumped away from him in distress. His green eyes held mine as he put his hands up in surrender next to the cot bed I had been lying on.
“Stay away from me!” I shouted, leaping to my feet and slamming my back
