Adrian's POV
I stirred on the bed, holding my head as a wave of dizziness washed over me. My thoughts were hazy and I struggled to recall what had happened—what had led me to this point where I now lay on a bed that felt nothing like mine. It wasn't as soft, nor did the room carry the familiar scent of my sheets.
Somewhere in the room, a voice drifted to my ears, muffled and indistinct. I couldn't place who it belonged to. But then another voice thundered, louder and sharper than the first and instantly recognizable. It was my father.
The shock made me spring upright despite the pounding in my skull. I glanced around, taking in the sterile white walls, the faint beeping sounds and scent of antiseptic.
I was at a hospital.
