Chapter 23
The lights were so bright that I was forced to close my eyes again. Their shine pierced my closed eyelids and still dazzled me, so I struggled to turn around in the bed, wondering why somebody would arrange the sheets so tightly around me.
The reason was self-evident. My body hurt like hell after making the smallest movement. Therefore some genius thought that making a mummy out of me would prevent any hurtful movement. Through my half-open eyelids, I could see that I was in a large room devoid of every furniture or decoration but for one strange looking machine parked on a corned and a hook to hold an IV line attached to the back of my left hand.
“Don’t wiggle or you’ll regret it.” A voice from behind me said and I could hear footsteps circling the bed.
Sven smirked in an attempt to smile at me. “Should be glad you’re still alive.”
“Can’t say the same about that witch, can we?” I retorted bitterly.
“You’re certainly recovering if you can whine again.”
I huffed in reply and he shrugged back at me. So classy!
