Chapter Eighty Eight
Emory's POV
Flashback…
“She’s awake” the voice was distant and fuzzy as I woke up. My vision blurred momentarily, the blinding white fluorescent lights burning my eyes and making me squint them right back. Slowly I opened my eyes, I woke up to a man holding my hand while resting his head on the bed. I scanned the room for any means of familiarity but frowned in confusion when I was unable to find any.
Instead of my usual comfy bed and grey-painted room, I woke up to be on a hospital bed, with white walls, a blue curtain, and all sorts of machines, pipes, and needles connected to my body one way or the other. I opened my eyes to the widest and once again scanned my environment. “Can you move?” the same fuzzy voice sounded again and I turned my head to the directio
