Her voice sounded hoarse and dry. Almost unfamiliar to her own ears.
The words barely escaped her lips before the weakness in her throat forced them back down.
She needed water to moisten her parched throat. Sonia's gaze drifted around the room again, but there was no one in sight.
Sonia blinked slowly.
Her vision remained fixed on the off-white ceiling above her.
Off white.
Not the pure sterile white of the hospital ward she remembered.
Her brows slowly knitted together. A faint ache pulsed through her temples.
Where… was she?
Her thoughts felt sluggish, as if something heavy was pressing down on her mind, preventing it from remembering clearly.
She tried to move.
Her fingers twitched weakly against the sheet.
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
The slight motion startled her. Her breathing became uneven.
She tried to move her hand but felt the IV line attached to her two hands. Her gaze followed the line, and her brow knitted together.
