Elizabeth's POV
A distant beep roused me from the dark. My limbs felt heavy, like being underwater. My eyelids quivered, refusing the opening capacity, their lashes stuck together. My head pounded loudly, and I groaned.
What the hell happened to me?
My nose caught a weird scent.
Was that medicine?
I opened my eyes, groaning as the bright ceiling lights burned my eyes.
White walls. Machines. Drips from the IV stuck onto the wrist.
A hospital.
Panic flared through me quickly. My heart pounded, causing one of the machines to sound its alarm. My hands were around the sheets, holding them tightly. I was alive. That meant Adam...
No. Not Adam. Richard, that devil!
Flashes of the last thing I could remember slammed into me like a truck. Richard's sneer, Adam scream
