Chiara
The scent hit me before I even opened my eyes. A strange mixture of antiseptic, bleach, and medicine, layered over the faint but unmistakable perfume of fresh flowers.
My stomach churned. I hated the weird, clinical smell of medicine—it always made me nauseous. But the flowers… their sweet scent made it bearable… just a little.
Everything around me blurred at first as my head felt heavy. I blinked slowly, trying to get rid of the haze, and when it finally cleared, the white ceiling above me was the first thing I saw.
I tried to turn my neck, but my body protested every movement, and at that moment, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen.
I hissed, and just like that, the memories began coming back. How we were about to get food, the shooting, and then Domenico being targeted by a sn
