Celine’s POV
“Where am I?”
I'm freaking dizzy, with my head spinning in unhealthy circles. It feels like I'm suffering from a hangover, except that I don't remember taking alcohol.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The incessant beeping of the vital signs machine beside me, gives me a vague response, leaving me with another question:
How the heck did I get here?!
Fully opening my lids after several attempts like they were glued, I slowly look around the room, at the level that my wrecked brain can accommodate.
Unlike the hospital my parents took me to, this is exquisite, but still a hospital. It's a private ward, with a sizeable bed that's not so hard, just firm. The walls are neat, with the symbol of a red cross on a portrait.
"Ouch."
I slightly press my forehead with the pad of my finge
