CHAPTER 029
STORM'S POV:
I slowly peeled my eyes open, the unfamiliar white walls of the room making me snap them back close. I breathed in through my nose, catching the strong scent of antiseptic and bleach. The annoying beep by the left side of the bed made my head pound rigorously.
Scanning the bright room, It looked to be an infirmary of sorts. The white walls and gurneys are a dead giveaway.
My nose twitched in irritation, making me scrunch in disgust. I reached my right hand up to feel my face but was met with restriction. I immediately jerked to a sitting position, gasping as hot, searing pain shot through my side.
What the….?
I looked down at my hand, just realizing it was cuffed to the bed. I let out a grunt, my eyes quickly scanning the sterile room.
Why was I chained
