- ISOBEL -
My eyes widen as a sharp breath leaves my mouth. I force my upper body up the bed, scanning my environment with my eyes.
My lips spread ajar as I let out a subtle exhale. Was it all a dream? My gaze peers to my body. I’m in a hospital bed of course, that part wasn’t a dream. I have a drip connected to the back of my palm and my legs, hands and tongue are still intact. I raise my free hand up to my head. Bandages.
I can feel the bandages wrapped around my head. My body feels sore but compared to before, I feel way better, I think.
What the heck was with that dream?
“You’re awake.” A male sighs. “Oh, thank God.” Is that relief I hear in his voice? I turn my head to the side in the direction where the voice trailed from. Sat on a sofa at the end of the room, close to my bed,
