ISLA’s POV
THE NEXT DAY
When I opened my eyes, it felt like I was waking up in a furnace. My body ached, each joint pulsing with a dull, relentless pain, and my throat was dry and raw, making every swallow a struggle. My head throbbed, and the heat radiating from me was unbearable. I blinked, trying to make sense of my surroundings, but the memory of the day before was blurry.
The doctor. Oliver. Voices. And then... darkness.
I shifted slightly in bed, groaning as the movement sent sharp pangs through my body. It was like I was dragging bricks with every motion. I tried to sit up, but my arms gave out, and I slid back onto the bed with a frustrated gasp. The urge to get up pressed on me, a mix of restlessness and a need for something I couldn't quite name.
I tried again, this time swi
