GENRE: YA contemporary fantasy
“Where’s my camera?”
Dad looked thunderstruck. “Is that all you can say? You almost died. You shouldn't have been out in the first place. This is why I--"
“Lane!” That was mom. “Shut up! Just shut up, will you?” She stroked my hand. “How are you feeling, honey?”
“I want to know what happened to my camera.”
“Well, where did you have it last?”
“On the boat.” I swallowed an unwanted lump in my throat. “I put it in one of the storage compartments.”
“It should be fine. When Joseph realized you were gone, he circled back to look for you. He ran the boat ashore.”
“And left it there?”
Mom nodded, patting my hand gently.
“But my camera!”
“Do you mind?” dad snapped. “That camera almost cost you your life!”
I knew dad talked louder the more upset he got, but it didn’t soften the sting of his words.
“The best thing you can do right now is try to relax, and get some sleep,” the nurse said, her calm voice a lifeline in a sea of discord. “You've had a close brush with hypothermia.”
I bit my bottom lip, and then winced. It was swollen, painful to the touch. What had I done, bit a chunk out of it?
“Can’t hypothermia kill you?” I asked.
The nurse’s forehead creased. “Yes. Very easily, and very quickly. You’re extremely lucky.”
I wasn’t sure if I felt lucky. I wasn’t sure of how I felt about anything. Except that I wanted my camera back.
I wanted those pictures.