HAILE’S POV:
A prickling and discomfiting sensation scuttles through my muscles, while a sharp and burning sensation scoots in some areas of my skin. I nudge my body with my fingertips and feel layers of gauze blanketing it. My moans and hisses intertwine whenever I nudge some of my covered, yet still sensitive wounds.
I fold my eyelids open, but when the light from somewhere irritates my eyes, I unfold them back. I lay still and quiet on something soft and quite comfortable for a while, but the tranquility of my surroundings is suddenly smashed when voices echo in my ears and scents swirl in my nose. A door screeching open, then clicking close follows soon.
My senses are still as weak as my own body, so I can’t recognize who those voices and scents are. But there are two names that in
