Ethan
A weight sits on my chest.
It feels like a thousand f*****g pounds.
Groaning, I force my eyes open and blink through the haze that blurs my vision. White walls surround me and as my senses come back to me, the harsh scent of cleaning solutions assault me.
The hospital.
I’m in the hospital.
The pain in my side throbs, but so does the rest of my body. It starts in my ribs and spreads through me, pulsing like a living thing.
Muffled voices speak from somewhere in the room, talking about mixtures and toxins. They’re women, I realize, but that’s not what’s wrong.
There’s something, someone… I shake my head. Someone important is… is there someone important around?
I turn my head, blinking against the heavy weight and find three women to my right. One is sitting while the o
