Honey’s pov.
Pain was the harsh reminder of our undeniable presence in the world; our vulnerability lay bare amid the turmoil. Pain was the embodiment of tragedy, a cruel byproduct of chaos that demanded we confront our limits.
And it spread through me. The burning sensation spread like wildfire, every inch of my body aching as I woke up from slumber. My eyes squinted at the harsh brightness of the room, and my ears registered the beeping of the machines beside me. Glancing down, I noticed drips snaking around my bruised arms.
I blinked once, then twice, trying to register the environment where I was. And I realised that I was in a hospital bed. In a hospital, the thought made me frown. I never liked hospitals or doctors; they seemed more content with providing more complications tha
