Aloe's POV
I woke to the sound of ocean waves and the smell of fresh flowers.
For a moment, suspended between sleep and consciousness, I thought I was dreaming. The bed beneath me was impossibly soft, wrapped in Egyptian cotton sheets that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent. Sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, revealing a room that belonged in an interior design magazine.
Then reality crashed back, it was so heavy and felt so merciless, shattering the fragile haze I had been drifting in.
The sedatives, still clinging to my veins like water blood, dulled my limbs and slowed my thoughts, yet could not soften the cruel bite of awareness.
The transfer, inevitable and unstoppable, pressed down on me with the weight of finality, every jolt and sway remindi
