When the light finally came, it was blinding, I had to close my eyes and a sound of protest left my throat.
“Time to wake up Miss Light”
The second I heard that familiar voice, I drowned and definitely not from the splitting headache I was experiencing at that moment but from the annoyance of hearing his voice.
“Dr. Timothy Brown,” I muttered, my voice laces with sarcasm. When I finally summoned up courage to open my eyes again, I was in white room that was so goddamn bright that it made my eyes hurt, everything was so white, the walls, and when I looked down, the clothes I was wearing
Who the f**k changed my clothes?
I looked around but there was no sign of Timothy who has just spoken to me. And when I tried to stand up, I couldn’t, my hands were bound the bed like chair or was i
