Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Wh—what did you give me?” I growled.
He grabbed hold of me, hauling me off the floor and
holding me upright with his arms wrapped around me.
“Shhh,” he said.
But I shook my head again and again. No.
Please, no.
“What are you going to do?” I choked out. “What do you
want?”
I tried to pull away—tried to stand up—but my brain was
slipping sideways, and I couldn’t get control of my limbs.
“I just wanted to hold you,” he said. “One last time.”
Hold? What? His voice was fading, like it was in stereo
down a long tunnel.
“Just wanted to hold you.” His voice loomed somewhere
over my head as my eyes started to close. “And say I’m really
fucking sor—”
“What?” I asked, giving out and falling into him. “I can’t
understand you.”
“Don’t let me go,” he whispered in my ear. “Don’t let go.”
“I’m gonna…” My mouth was so dry. “I’m gonna send
you to jail.”
His lips rested against my cheek, and I thought I felt his
body shake with a silent sob.
But as I fell into sleep and oblivion, his words were sharp
and clear in my ear. “Then you better hope I never get out.”