Chapter 11
Audrey’s eyelids fluttered open, a disorienting haze of white walls and beeping machines filling her vision. The sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic was overwhelming. She blinked slowly, struggling to clear her blurred sight, trying to grasp her surroundings.
“Where am I? And where is Godmother?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Panic began to creep up her chest, tightening with every passing second. She tried to sit up, but dizziness made the room spin uncontrollably. Clutching the edge of the bed, she called out again, more urgently this time.
“Godmother!” Her voice cracked with desperation. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, but the effort left her disoriented. Instantly, two nurses rushed to her side, their expressions a mix of concern and professionalism
