Chapter 156 Hundred And Fifty Six

• ARIEL'S POV.
• My eyelids felt like lead, and for a moment I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to open them. The sharp, sterile sting of disinfectant filled my nose, needles of brightness piercing into me even before my eyes adjusted. Everything was white—the ceiling, the walls, the sheets tucked too tightly around my body.
• For a second, I thought maybe I was dead. Maybe that was it. Maybe the world has finally given me peace.