Mona’s POV
The sound of the stabilizer hummed faintly in the background, a constant reminder that I was alive. But alive for what? My head felt like it was filled with cotton, a thick fog clouding my thoughts. I tried to open my eyes, but the light stabbed through the thin layers of my eyelids, pushing them back closed with the force of a storm.
I shifted my fingers. The cold, metal tube of the IV dug into my skin, and I could feel the steady drip of medicine coursing into my veins. My chest felt tight, like I was drowning in air, and my breath came in shallow gasps. My heart raced, and with it, the panic began to creep in.
Where am I?
I forced my eyes open again, a little more forcefully this time. My vision blurred, distorted shapes merging together. My pulse was in my ears, loud and
