Lola’s POV
When I opened my eyes, I was alone, lying on a bed. The room smelled of antiseptic and drugs, and I hated that smell so much that it almost made me throw up.
I tried to sit up, but my body was kinda heavy for me. I felt as though a brick was placed upon my limbs, yet I struggled as much as I could, wincing silently until I sat up.
My mind was blank. Nothing was adding up.
Some minutes ago, I was in a taxi, heading to a resort to wind down. But here I was, lying on a hospital bed as if I were a patient.
I had chosen to go to the resort instead of going home, just so I wouldn't look bothered to my mum and have her question what's wrong with me. How did I end up in the hospital?
At first, my vision blurred, but after several blinks and rubbing my eyes, I was able to look aro
