Ash's POV
I woke up with my line of vision blurry, the world spinning in hazy shapes and colors that didn't make sense, my body numb like it wasn't mine anymore, like I was floating in a void where pain couldn't reach me, lying on what felt like the school bed, the sterile smell of herbs and blood filling my nostrils, and a male nurse hovered over me with a scissor in his hand, about to cut my clothes off, the blade glinting under the light, my heart slamming in my chest even if I couldn't feel the rest of me.
“No,” I whispered, the word barely escaping my lips, weak and broken, and they looked at me, the nurse pausing mid-motion, his eyes widening slightly.
“Ash, are you okay?” two voices said at the same time, the sound overlapping in my foggy mind, it took time for me to comprehend
