Dimitra
Dim light. Beeping sound. Some sort of a mask covering my mouth and nose. Drip on my right arm. Wedged pillow. Not again. I groaned weakly urging my eyes to open. My lids slowly opened but I had to squeeze them shut and reopen them again for them to adjust in light.
White curtains, two brown leather couches and an arm chair, glass coffee table. Oak bedside tables. This had to be a VIP ward. I mean, the room itself screamed wealth. But Victor cant afford a VIP ward. Unless? s**t. It's got to be him who had me here.
I wasn't ready to face him. To talk about why I left the company without a leave yesterday. And about Nora? I squeezed my eyes when I felt the familiar clench in my chest. I tried taking the calming breaths. Slowly in and slowly out.
Suddenly, something fell on the fl
