Lucinda POV
It smelled like cleaning chemicals and disinfectant and it was very bright, there was an occasional beep every minute or so. The room she was in felt cold and sterile to her. She knew it was not where she had laid down, to let go of everything, it wasn’t pitch black and cold, nor did it feel like her home either.
Ky’ra was not with her, only a shadow in the very distant recess of her mind, and when Lucinda reached out to her, she did not get a reply. Felt as though she was so very far away, that she was now unreachable.
It appeared that once again she had managed to survive. ‘Why?’ she wondered, as she lay staring up at the white ceiling above her. A ceiling of what she could only think was a pack hospital. How she had gotten here? She did not know. When she had gotten here?
