Chapter 150 Protesting

Liliana Grande 1.3k words

I woke to the sharp sting of ammonia in my nose. Hospital smell. That clean, burning scent that meant something had gone wrong.

"Ouch." I winced, my fingers brushing my right shoulder. Pain shot down my arm, hot and immediate.

I pulled my hand back and blinked against the harsh overhead...

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