Liana POV
“Good morning,” the soft, angelic voice of the nurse is like sandpaper against my eardrums. Why in the name of everything holy must they wake me at five in the morning? Why are sick people not allowed to sleep in?
“It’s still night,” I complain as I pull the cover over my face against the light. I did not have the best night’s rest. Between the unfamiliar noises, I kept on waking up. Not to mention the stabbing pain in my chest at one o’clock this morning. It was so painful, I thought I was having a heart attack. But just as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared.
“I’m sorry,” she says softly, lifting my arm to take my blood pressure. “I’ll be quick.”
“What day is it?” I yawn as I turn on my back and look at her.
“Wednesday,” she smiles. “You’re allowed to receive visitors
