FIA
I woke up to voices that sounded like they were coming from underwater. Muffled and distant. My head felt like someone had stuffed it full of cotton and then set it on fire.
The ceiling above me was unfamiliar. White tiles. Fluorescent lights that hurt to look at. It was not my room. It was not anywhere I knew.
Memory came back in pieces. The road. The flowers. The purple petals everywhere. The sweet smell that had made my head spin. Me running and falling. The gray strip of pavement under my bleeding hands.
Then nothing.
I tried to sit up. My body screamed in protest. Every muscle felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry. My skin burned under what felt like bandages soaked in something slick and herbal.
"She's waking up."
The voice was sharp. Female. I turned my head toward it and immediately regretted the movement. The room spun.
