Chapter 50: Trust Celia, Live Forever!

Sunny Santee's easygoing expression slowly twisted. His thoughts blurred. Fat beads of sweat rolled off his forehead, and his whole body went taut like a drawn bow. Joy Hoez watched him anxiously. "Sunny, are you okay?" Sunny shook his head, insisting he was fine. But his gaze locked on his own leg, and his pupils began to drift, unfocused. One thought swallowed his mind whole: grab his leg hard, claw at it, even chop it off if he had to. And with every needle Celia Greaves drove in, that urge...