Get comfortable

DEIRDRE POV

Muffled voices, footsteps echoing, and the revolting scent of antiseptic wafted into my nostrils, pulling me out of my slumber.

Swallowing back the nausea that rose, my teeth gritted, and I attempted to pry my eyes that seemed to be glued together. I succeeded, wincing as the bright light flashed into them.

Snapping my eyes shut immediately, I opened them again, squinting.

My gaze stayed fixated on the chandelier, currently swaying slowly. The wind drifted into the room through a crack in the window, rustling the ugly brown curtains.

The walls of the room were painted in weird brown and blue colors, and a large cross sign was at the far corner of the room.

The room itself was large, yet ugly, and I wasn't the only one in it. There were several beds in the room, the exact one I was laid in, and I saw some were empty while some were occupied.

I didn't recognize the room, and from what I could tell, I was in the hospital. I remembered Matteo saying he would take me to one, bu