36. A Cell. Again.
-- Rylee's POV --
I wake up with my head throbbing. My vision blurs with my pulse.
Bright fluorescent lights sneak in past my eyelids.
ugh. I groan. Where am I?
I move to bring my hand to my throbbing head but I can't move my body.
My eyes snap open as I take it all in.
I can feel the rough paper of the hospital gown that I am wearing. My back is pressed horizontally against a stainless steel sheet. My arms, wrists, knees, and ankles are secured down. I wiggle and pull to test the strength of the straps.
Mercifully, it's steel and not silver.
I try to reach out for my wolf, to feel her, but my head feels like it is stuffed with cotton.
Shit.
The room is white and sterile, with a large mirror. I assume it's two-way. a tray with a variety of implements,
