Emma's POV.
My eyes fluttered open. It took them a few seconds to focus, and adapt to the bright light.
My head was foggy, my body ached, and my insides felt like they had been taken out, put through a blender, and then poured back in.
My throat was dry, and every breath I took felt like sandpaper against my lungs.
The last thing I remembered was Manfrid's face with those empty, black eyes, and his sneer. I also remembered the excruciating pain, caused by his poisenous blade, vividly.
Those memories plagued my subconscious over the last couple of days. Haunting me. Tormenting me.
Just thinking about it again made me feel whoozy.
It took me a while to recognize my surroundings. I wasn't in the hospital anymore. There were no more beeping monitors or nurses checking in on me from tim
