Ziana’s POV
I hear the steady beeping of a machine and shuffling around me. Groaning, I open my eyes before shutting them quickly. Too bright.
“She’s up.” I hear then notice more shuffling around the room. I smell pine mixed with clove, as well as teakwood and smoke. They’re not too strong, but compliment each other. I feel sparks shoot up my arms from my hands on both sides and flinch.
My eyes shoot open and I pull my hands back quickly. My eyes meet golden ones, then dark pink ones. I feel sadness, then worry that isn’t coming from me, and anger?
My eyes draw together in confusion as I look at them.
“What’s going on?” I ask them and look around at the hospital room. What happened? I feel another flash of anger that isn’t mine. My eyes widen as the pieces begin to connect.
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