MYSTY
Where was I? Did I go to heaven? It was cold, but I felt a blanket wrapped around me. I slowly opened my eyes, and I saw a white ceiling. Oh god! I must be dead! I felt my body, and I tapped the side of my leg. Okay, not translucent, not a ghost. How sure was I that I wasn’t?
I got up and changed to a sitting position. I scanned the surroundings; it looked like a hospital or a medical-themed hotel. I would bet on the former because it was more likely to be possible.
My eyes landed on the couch where two guys sat. They looked at me, alarmed; the two rose from their seats and walked toward me. I signaled for water, and the one with the big build stood beside me while the thinner guy went to the fridge for a cup.
“Lovey, how are you?” he asked. I looked at him intently.
“Huh?” I
