Danny's POV
The first thing I smelled wasn’t hospital bleach. It was flowers. Thick, cloying, over the top perfume that made my head throb in time with the steady beep-beep-beep of the monitor.
I cracked one eye open. My vision was a jagged mess of white light and blur, but as it cleared, I realized I was in a forest. Not a real one, a botanical garden of pink lilies. They were everywhere.
On the windowsill, the nightstand, stacked in vases on the floor. It looked like someone had robbed a florist and dumped the evidence in my room.
"Is this a funeral ground?" My voice sounded like I had swallowed a handful of gravel. It pained my throat just to vibrate. "Did I actually die just like that?"
A chair scraped harshly against the floor.
Chadwick was there in a second, hovering over the
