A tear slipped down her cheek. “Don’t fight it. Pass out. I got you.”

This time, I didn’t fight it.

* * *

When I woke up the second time, the pain was gone. Audrey was curled in a ball, sleeping on a sheet on the floor beside me. I held the thin sheet that covered my naked body to my chest and sat up.

Audrey jumped to her feet.

I held up my hands. “I’m okay.”

“Sorry. I just—” She held a hand over her heart. “It’s been a long night. Are you in pain?”

I shook my head. “What day is it?” My chest tightened as I waited for her answer. I hoped I hadn’t slept too long.

“Wednesday. It’s Wednesday night. You’ve been here for a day and a half.”

Tomorrow was the test.

“Nanos must’ve burnt off.” Audrey’s face was pale and dark circles hung low under her eyes, and I knew it was because of me.

“Yep.” I couldn’t feel them at all, which meant they’d spent all their energy fixing me. It wasn’t that I hated nanos—I’d been thankful that they existed since I arrived on Abaddon—but they were so painful.

I wiped my face with my hand, and my skin felt rough. I stared down at my hands. “What’s up with my hands?”

Audrey stepped toward me, inspecting them. “Some of the blisters formed calluses. They’re not very thick—they probably won’t impede your movement or hand control—but I could give you another round of na—”

I pulled my hand away from her. “Don’t you dare!”

She smiled. “They don’t look perfect. There could be more damage underneath, and if you’ve got them on your hands, you might have them other places.”

“So I won’t have silky smooth skin in some spots. Who cares?” If anyone was going to judge me by the texture of my skin, then I wanted nothing to do with them. “How late is it?”

“Late. Tyler left already. We should get going, too. I’d love to sleep on something that’s not concrete.”

“Sorry. You didn’t have to stay.”

She grabbed my wrist. “I didn’t mean it like that. Even if it wasn’t my job, I was happy to stay with you, but let’s go get some rest. You’re going to need it.”

There was a knock on the door and a fraction of a second later, Ahiga slipped inside the room. The concern on his face eased as he saw me sitting up. “How are you?”

“I survived.” The pain had been excruciating, but the memory of it would fade—eventually. I hoped the nightmares would, too.