{Mac Allister}
I slowly opened my eyes, feeling the weight of grogginess and the sting of pain in my head. As I glanced around, the sterile hospital room came into focus, the antiseptic scent invading my nostrils. Confusion washed over me as I realized I was hooked up to an IV drip, my right hand brushed lightly against the sheet.
"What happened?" I questioned, my voice hoarse and strained. I swiftly pulled out the IV, a desperate attempt to break free from the confines of this sterile environment. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, I gritted my teeth against the throbbing ache in my head, determined to piece together the fragments of my memory.
Bianca, dressed in a revealing outfit that left little to the imagination, stood nearby. Her presence both comforted and unsettled me, a consta
