C15 Chapter 15

FIA

I woke up to voices that sounded like they were coming from underwater. Muffled and distant. My head felt like someone had stuffed it full of cotton and then set it on fire.

The ceiling above me was unfamiliar. White tiles. Fluorescent lights that hurt to look at. It was not my room. It was not anywhere I knew.

Memory came back in pieces. The road. The flowers. The purple petals everywhere