DANIA
My eyes opened, and I found the doctor standing in front of me. She gently brushed her palm through my hair.
“W-What happened?” My low voice asked.
The doctor sighed.
“You were again fed the same poison.” Words came out of her mouth.
“But who called you?” My brows furrowed.
“I did.” Celia answered, entering my room.
Her feet walked over to the bed and stood beside the doctor. She crossed her arms over her chest.
“Celia!” Relief rushed through my veins.
“The doctor told me about your condition. It seems someone is after your life.” Her lips uttered the words distressfully.
“Why?” My mind was just blank.
I somehow lifted my head from the pillow. Celia wrapped her arms around my shoulders and helped me sit straight.
“You know the answer, Dania.” Her hands put the pillow behi
