Chapter Nine
CADEN
The Blackthorne tech was a young Hispanic woman in a white coat, the picture of seriousness and detachment. She flicked the end of the syringe.
“Right arm,” she said.
“What are you giving me?” I rolled up my sleeve.
“B vitamins.” She gave me the shot with painful precision. I felt as if I was in the army again.
“Ventrogluteal’s safer.”
“I’ll mention it to management.” She collected her tray and left.
They put me in the same black room I tested in, which was comforting in a way. But the slide choices and the clickers were absent. In its place were a comfortable chair, a table with a soft lamp, and a bottle of water.
“Caden?” a voice came over the speaker.
“Good morning, Ronin.”
“I just came by to say it’s great to have you.”
“Thank you.”
“Lee reviewed how you do it, right?”
“In-out, in-out. Been doing it my whole life.”
“The pacing is important,” he said. “And the depth of the breath.”
“This isn’t meditation, is it?”
“Not quite.”
“Because I don’t have time for woo-woo bullshit, okay?”
“This is not woo-woo bullshit.”
“All right then.” I grasped the arms of the chair and the lamp dimmed.
Ronin was replaced by a woman’s recorded voice. She repeated the same two syllables over and over.
Soo-hoo.
“This is ridiculous,” I grumbled.
Soo-hoo.
“She’s like a mating bird.”
The speaker clicked on, and another voice came over the cooing woman. “Just try to relax.”
Fine.
I would relax.
For Greyson.
I could do this for Greyson twice a week. I’d given up too much to be in that room, and half a self-conscious effort wouldn’t reward my sacrifice or hers.
Soo-hoo.
I breathed in at soo and out at hoo, starting over without holding either inhale or exhale.
Soo-hoo.
The voice faded into the hiss of my breath, folding like a map into my consciousness.
Soo-hoo. Soo-hoo. Soo-hoo.
Something inside me trembled.
And shook.
And tried to break but couldn’t.
On the fourth session, I came to a terrifying well of despair, but the tape stopped and the light went bright before I touched it.
It always did.