Elizabeth's POV
No. No. No way. This isn't real.
I moved too fast, and my vision blurred. I held my forehead, groaning as I slowly sat up on the bed, correcting my mistake.
My throat felt dry and I needed water. I glanced down, at the thin tube pierced into my wrist. I pulled it, feeling a sharp pain.
"This has got to be a joke. God's way of punishing me for being a b***h," I cursed.
How do I even undo it? I was stuck.
I didn't think, and grabbed the tube again, and pulled it out. I winced at the pain, as the blood spilled from the tiny hole.
I sighed tiredly. Great. Just great. Now I was bleeding too.
I pressed my hand over the wound and stared at the small light from the lamp. The room felt tiny, like it was closing in on me, too weak to hold everything I was fe
