Ivy’s POV
The first thing I felt was warmth.
A softness under me. A blanket pulled up to my chest. The smell of fresh linen. A soft pillow cradling my head.
I blinked slowly. My eyelids felt heavy. My body was sore all over.
Where am I?
My heart raced until I heard soft voices. Gentle ones. Not angry or loud. Calm. Kind.
“She’s waking up,” one of them whispered.
I turned my head slightly and saw two women standing nearby. They wore white uniforms. One had her hand on my wrist, checking my pulse.
Nurses.
I was in my room. My own bed. Safe.
My chest rose and fell with relief. I was home. Not in that dark, horrible place anymore.
One of the nurses leaned in with a soft smile. She looked young, but her eyes were full of care. “Good morning, Luna. You’re safe now. Just rest.”
I open
