Days later…
"Ugh…" A groan escaped Lynsandra's lips, her brows knitting as her throat felt dry and scratchy.
Slowly, her eyes parted. Her vision was blurry, taking a few weak blinks before she saw the high ceiling above her.
Huh?
She blinked ever so slowly once more, propping her elbow against the mattress. When she sat up, she checked her arms, noticing that they were covered with some sort of bandages. They also smelled weird. She lifted her arm to her nose, only to draw her head away at the strong medicinal aroma between her skin and the bandage.
"Where —" she paused, noticing that she was wearing a light, white blouse.
Her eyes followed lower, catching the blanket over her legs. When she yanked it, all she saw were her legs, which were also wrapped in bandages. She didn't have to check to know she was not wearing any undergarments. Thankfully, the blouse was long enough to cover her privates and her hands.
