Belladonna's POV
I woke up laying in a soft fluffy cozy bed, my body still aching. Did they catch me? All I remembered were the headlights.
I looked at myself and noticed my wounds were dressed and my clothes changed. The room was warm and smelled faintly of lavender. I blinked, trying to make sense of everything and my surroundings.
Panic surged through me, and I tried to get up, but my legs felt like jelly. As I swung them over the edge of the bed , rushing up to try and peek through the window, I was stopped by the painful throb. Walking slowly I managed to peak and figured I was in a hotel room.
The throbbing got worse , and I began to lose my balance swaying and stumbling around the room. Then the door creaked open, and a woman in a white doctor's coat walked in.
“Whoa there,”
