Olivia woke up aching all over.

Her head felt like it had been pounded into the ground with a sledge hammer. Her tongue was so dry that she could hardly feel it in her mouth. She felt empty inside, consumed by a hatred of everything.

Araya and his dirty hands on her. Heath and her obnoxious attitude. James and his inability to save her from this. Even Robin, and his pretty face. His intervention had only made things worse for Olivia.

She felt like the entire world was turned against her. All she wanted to do was curl up and die.

Well, that wasn't true. What she really wanted to do was bust out of here and find James. Throw herself into his arms, kiss him hard. Say, I love you and fall asleep next to him.

Her heart ached as she thought about him. If she thought about it, she could almost smell his scent...

No. She could. It did smell like James. Confused, she flipped herself over on her back and managed to sit up without crying. Tears started in her eyes as pain shot through her abdomen, but she blinked them away.

"Heath?" Olivia called, closing her eyes as she leaned her head back against the wall.

"You awake?" She heard Heath's footsteps lumbering toward her. "You look like hell."

Olivia wanted to snort and say something snarky, but couldn't find the energy. Instead, she opened her eyes and asked, "What happened?"

Sitting down on the floor beside her, Heath responded, "I don't know, exactly. I got knocked out right after Robin tried to tackle Araya."

Olivia shuddered. In the end, the deckhand had lost the tousle and was thrown to the ground and trampled by several crewmen. She felt a pang of guilt for having been annoyed at him. He'd tried his best. She wondered where he was now. When she would be able to talk to him again. She'd thank him, Olivia decided, and apologize for his broken nose.

When she didn't respond, Heath asked, "What happened to you?"

She wanted to answer, but didn't know what to say. Her recollections were in sharp bursts: the scent of beer as the bottle collided with her skin, the feeling of her skin breaking as she was dragged across the splintering wooden floor, the sound of Araya's voice in her ear. "I don't know."

Heath looked worried. "He didn't . . . y'know?"

Olivia clutched her stomach, shaking her head. "I don't think so. I mean, would I know?"

She shrugged uncomfortably. "I dunno. Not if you were out cold."

Feeling sick, she laid back down on the floor. She would never know what exactly had happened after the world had gone dark. She wanted James more than ever, even if he couldn't save her. All she wanted was to see him, make sure he knew how he felt. Was that too much to ask?

"We'll be out of here soon," Heath said.

No. We'll never get out of here.