Fiona
Beep
Beep
Beep
Groaning, I go to turn over, but pain in my arm and head stop me.
“Fiona? Are you awake?”
Against the protests of my aching head, I open my eyes and find Isla hovering over me.
“Wh-what happened?”
The room is plain white and that incessant beeping continues off to my side.
“You were mugged last night. Someone found you, called the police, and they brought you to the hospital,” she whispers, lifting her hand to brush some hair from my face.
“My body hurts,” I murmur, feeling multiple aches and pains sprouting through my body with every second.
Isla sniffles and wipes at her watery eyes. I don’t remember the last time I saw her cry, so I stare at her confused.
“Is it bad?” I ask, trying to look down. The movement sends a wave of dizziness over me, and
