Stirring in my sleep, I roll over to my side, slowly blinking my eyes in a butterfly effect, willing them to open.
The first thought that springs to mind is that the smell of heavy disinfectant no longer assaults my nostrils, leaving a slight stinging sensation behind.
I’ve never liked the smell of hospitals.
I hate hospitals altogether with a passion.
It’s a place where people come to die in my family… My father!
In a state of panic, I sit up in the bed, frantically taking in my surroundings, realising that I am no longer at the hospital.
“Alessandro…” I breathe out his name as I exhale sharply.
Scarlett. The bombs…
O.M.G… What happened?
Combing my fingers through my hair, I freeze the instant a heavy hand snakes around my torso, forcing me backwards, my head hits the soft pillo
