Blithe's POV
I was waking up. At first all I could see was bright like, and the silhouette of a figure above me. Am I dead? Then I realized there was a middle aged man leaning over me, inspecting my face.
I screamed.
As quickly as I could, I bolted to the other side of what seemed to be the living room. Just as I did, the doors flew open, revealing a worried looking Carlisle.
"What the hell Carlisle?!" I screamed at him, glaring daggers.
He froze.
Finally, I wasn't the one speechless. Carlisle looked frantically at the doctor, then motioned for him to leave. I watched him leave, abandoning me with Carlisle.
"Are you going to tell me why the f**k you went after me, and drugged me to get me here?" I asked, my voice quivering, not with fear, with rage.
Carlisle didn't respond though.
