ANGELA’S POV
Pain is merciless. It can break even the strongest will, searing through the body like a storm that sweeps away every clear thought and turns everything good against you. It makes you beg for the feeling to stop.
My eyes opened to a white ceiling and the distant crackle of a fire. Soft orange light flickered at the edge of my vision. I had been drifting in and out of consciousness for what felt like an eternity.
The first time I surfaced, I was in a car, laid across the back seat with my head cradled against a warm, solid chest. The second time was a blur of blinding white lights and unfamiliar voices. I remembered being rushed somewhere, a man in a medical mask leaning over me. Now, for the third time, the panic and noise were gone. Only the quiet sound of the fire remaine
