Chapter Forty-Seven: Awake
Isabelle's eyes opened slowly to... Weirdly, this hospital's room smelled like antiseptic and flowers.
Her joint felt rusted, grating with the slightest shift.
A dull, insistent throb pulsed at her temples, causing pain behind her eyes. Even her skin felt tender, as if bruised by an invisible force.
Isabelle's head felt like someone had dropped a brick on it.
She blinked slowly, staring at the white ceiling.
Her throat was dry, and her arms felt heavy, so she didn't move.
Isabelle had woken up hours ago.
But she didn't speak or show any signs or being aware of them all. Isabelle kept her breaths in the same rhythm, pretending to be asleep. She had overheard them all…how unfortunate.
Maxx, saying he should've driven slower. Violet, telling how strong she was. Simon, leaning close and whispering strange words that sent chills down her spine. "When you wake up, you'll know who did this to you. And I'll be waiting."
