I blinked my eyes open slowly, groaning as the bright hospital lights pierced through my haze. My surroundings were blurry, but I saw a figure nearby. I blinked again, and Jace's face came into focus.
"Hey," he said softly, moving closer to me. "How are you feeling?"
I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the lingering fogginess. "I had a terrible dream." A dream that Carlton was dead. How ridiculous is that? The last thing I remember was falling asleep in front of the operating room; I must have fainted from fatigue.
I removed the IV from my hand, wincing at the sharp pinch. Standing up, a wave of dizziness washed over me.
"Let's go back to the operating room." I said, trying to shake off the fog.
Jace blocked my path, his expression somber. "Don't you remember?" he asked.
I raise
