A steady beeping pulled me out of unconsciousness. My body felt impossibly heavy. The air smelled too clean, almost unnatural. Something soft was beneath me, but the stiffness in my limbs made it impossible to move.
I blinked up at the ceiling. The harsh white lights burned my eyes. My head throbbed. Everything felt… wrong.
A figure shifted beside me.
"You're awake."
I groaned as my eyes fluttered open, the harsh glow above me sending a sharp ache through my skull.
"Theodore?" I turned my head slightly. Theodore sat beside me, arms crossed, watching me with an infuriating smirk. "What?" My voice came out hoarse.
"How is it that I'm the one who gets shot, but you're the one in the hospital?" he asked.
"The hospital?" Panic started to creep in. "What happened?"
My gaze drifted around
