![]() ![]() ![]() My first instinct is to be scared, to scramble off the bed and get away from him, but one look at his face has me pausing to reevaluate the whole situation.Įvery interaction I’ve had so far with Xander has been hostile. ![]() Both stand beside my bed, and just like I thought, I don’t know one of them. After I blink a few times, my blurry vision slowly adjusting, I’m able to make out two men. It takes a lot of energy, but I am finally able to get my eyelids to move.Īt first, I can’t see anything but bright light. I give opening my eyes another try, forcing my heavy eyelids to open just a tiny bit. I’m certain I know this man, but I can’t figure out who it is. I don’t want her like this when my son gets back.” The voice is closer now as if he is standing right next to me. Someone touches my arm, and my body jolts, sending ripples of pain across my skin. At least his voice sounds completely foreign to me. I had to know what kind of drug she was on first,” another man explains. “I haven’t given her any pain medicine yet. ![]() The man’s voice sounds somewhat familiar, but I can’t match it to a face at the moment. “She looks like she’s in pain,” a deep raspy voice says. When I finally do hear the creaking of a door, I try to pry my eyes open, but they feel like someone glued them shut. I strain my ears, trying to make out any other sound, but there is nothing for a long time. The only thing missing is the sound of a heart-rate monitor beeping in the background. The smell of rubbing alcohol is thick in the air, adding to my hospital theory. ![]()
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