Liyah's POV
My lids were extremely heavy as I struggled to open my eyes and I could hear the sound of my breathing, which definitely was not a good thing. The day after he had put me into this room and assigned Margaret to take care of me, I had fallen very sick. I wasn't sure what the problem was and neither did Margaret but she brought in a new concoction for me to take every single day. Over time I started to feel a little better, but I wasn't strong enough to move around yet.
Sometimes my eyes would open up a little and I would catch glimpses of Margaret, Annalise and a strange man looming over my sick bed. But I never stayed awake long enough to engage in conversation or ask questions. But I wasn't even sure I felt like it. I was just exhausted. Sometimes I'd wished I would fall as
