Chapter Thirty Eight
Laila’s POV
The air smelled like crushed lavender and rich, polished mahogany.
It was a soft, luxurious scent that drifted gently over me, completely devoid of the sharp, suffocating chemical stench of cheap floor cleaner I had gotten used to at County General. I opened my eyes slowly, expecting the harsh, buzzing fluorescent bulbs of a dingy back-alley surgical bay or the crowded, noisy halls of the public ER.
Instead, soft morning sunlight streamed through massive, floor-to-ceiling glass windows, casting a warm, golden glow across a king-sized bed wrapped in buttery silk sheets.
I blinked once. Twice.
A slow, massive smile spread across my face, stretching wide until my cheeks actually ached.
"Oh, wow," I breathed out, letting out a airy, hysterical little lau
