Scout’s POV
“She is finally coming around,” a woman said, her voice cutting through the thick fog in my head.
I felt like I was drowning in lukewarm water. Everything sounded distant and warped. My skull throbbed with a rhythmic heat, as if someone had replaced my brain with glowing coals. When I finally forced my eyelids open, the world was a blur of sterile white tiles and harsh, buzzing lights.
This was not my room. This was not the familiar, cramped comfort of home.
Memories hit me in jagged shards. I saw the empty stretch of road. I smelled that cloying, sweet scent of purple petals. I felt the rough bite of asphalt against my palms as my legs gave out. Then, there was only the dark.
I tried to shove myself upright, but a bolt of agony shot through my spine. My muscles felt like
