Chapter 12

• Beep. Beep. Beep.
• The smell of antiseptic and disinfectants blocked my senses as my eyes shot open lazily. Blurry pictures formed jagged lines and I struggled to widen my eyes properly. I felt a sharp pain in my eyes that extended to my head, threatening to split it into two. Tiredly, I shifted my gaze to the direction of my hands and I saw a fixed drip on it.
• How did I get here? What am I doing here? My eyes roamed around the room and found Amy sitted on a nearby sofa flanked by two throw pillows. Yawning and groaning, I moved to sit up and Amy lifted her gaze and let out a low sigh of relief. She took a deep breath.