Chapter Twenty-Five
Ana
My eyes slowly opened, and for a moment, the world was nothing but a blur of white. I blinked several times, trying to clear the fog from my mind.
I realized I was back in a hospital room, though the setting felt familiar and cold. I looked down at my arm and saw a clear tube running into my skin. A drip was placed on me, the liquid slowly falling to keep me hydrated and stable.
The door opened with a soft creak, and the doctor stepped inside. He checked the monitors and adjusted the drip, his face unreadable. After a moment, he leaned in closer. He looked at the clipboard and then met my eyes with a professional yet gentle expression.
"You are going to be okay," he said quietly.
He checked the door to make sure no one was listening.
"Everything about you is
