(MARIE'S POV)
(A SPECIAL CHAPTER)
Pain.
That was the first thing I felt as consciousness slowly crept back into my body. Not the sharp, searing agony of a bullet wound, but a deep, aching throb that seemed to echo through every fiber of my being.
My eyelids felt heavy, weighted down by exhaustion that went beyond the physical. I forced them open, blinking against the dim, sterile light of a hospital room. The clock on the wall read 10:00 PM, its fluorescent numbers spreading a pale green glow across the ceiling.
'Where am I?'
I tried to sit up, but my body protested, muscles screaming in rebellion. My mind was foggy, clouded with the remnants of a deep, unnatural sleep. I pressed my palm against my forehead, trying to piece together the fragments of memory that floated just beyond my reach.
Then it all came rushing back.
