-MIA-
The fog in my brain cleared instantly.
Linda—Asher's insane ex—was inside my room.
"Get away from me!" I yelled, swinging my arms at her, trying to rip the syringe from her hand.
"Be quiet!" she hissed. "It will be over soon."
She slammed the plunger. The liquid surged through the IV. I ripped the tube out, the needle tearing my skin. The IV stand swung and crashed to the floor.
My hand flew to the help button linked to the nurse's station, but Linda lunged, crashing over me.
"You b***h," she spat, punching me in the face.
Pain exploded across my left cheek, and she seized the moment to straddle me. Her thighs clamped around my body, pinning me to the bed. I couldn't move.
Cold hands with manicured nails wrapped around my neck, squeezing. Her thumbs pressed into my windpipe.
