The familiar buzz and sanitized scent woke her from her sleep. Her blurry gaze shifted in confusion, taking in the cream colored walls and white curtains to her right. Her head pounded uncomfortably, the pain so bad she wanted to rip out her brain.
What is going on? An IV?
It wasn't until she raised her hand to rub at her eyes that she noticed the thing sticking out of her hand. Her arms were skin and bones, causing her to stare in shock at the sudden state of her body.
"Are you awake, Sister?"
The sweet, sweet voice of the devil spoke softly. Her delicate hands attempted to peel the skin of the bright red apple. Each slice took off more meat than necessary, leaving gaps in the round apple as she continued, unbothered.
