Irina's POV
Darkness surrounded me. It was thck and heavy.
I could not see anything. I could not move.
Was I dead? Was this what death felt like?
No, I could still hear sounds. Though it was distant and muffled.
I tried to move but my body would not respond.
The drugs must still be working.
I fought against the darkness, trying to wake up. But it was like swimming through mud. It was impossible.
Then I felt a sensation. Pressure was put on my stomach. I felt something touching me.
Panic flooded through me immediately. What were they doing?
"Scalpel," a voice said. It was cold and clinical.
No no no.
They were starting the procedure. They were going to cut me open.
I tried to scream but no sound came out.
My mouth would not work and my body was pa
