Chapter 50

CHAPTER FIFTY

ROXANNE

You know that light head‐ ness that comes with being run over by a carriage and series of hooves of many horses. That's if you've ever been run over by a carriage.

That dizzy feeling, like the world is swirling around you and then you feel yourself falling into a deep end— that was what best describes my situation the minute I opened my eyes.

It was as though the world had shifted on its axis and everything seemed different. My vision was blurry and I could make out one color — blue. The constant beep in my ear was beginning to annoy me and the repugnant odor of antiseptic congested my nostrils and invaded my senses.

I moaned and slowly forced my heavy eyelids wider apart till my vision became clear. I didn't recognise anything and I could barely lift my finger.

Now I saw white and then— a pair of eyes.

“You're awake!” someone squeaked.

Was it now a thing if someone was awake?

“Don't move please,” a man said in the calmest voice ever as he flashed a light in bo