FIONA
The warmth slant of sunlight across my face was what brought me back to life.
Slowly, I blinked open my eyes to the slight of curtains billowing softly in the morning breeze.
I closed my eyes again. The sheets behind my back and around my legs were feather soft and smelt pleasantly of vanilla and cinnamon.
Still foggy, I tried to piece together the events of how I must have gotten back to my room.
The last thing I remember clearly was the doctor tending to my wrist and Ethan holding me through the process.
The curtain shifted again and as the warmth of the morning sun bathed my face once more, it forced me to open my eyes again.
They were the wrong color.
The curtains in my room were a soft yellow, not light green like the one fluttering in front of me. Not to mention t
