Chapter Eight - I'm turning you on

Freya Rose

I began to stir as the sedative wore off. My sense of smell was the first thing to return, the clean medical scent that I smelt earlier, filled up my nose as I inhaled. My cheeks puffed out as I exhaled the breath, and when I inhaled through my nose again, a ton of other scents hit me. I could smell a sweet iron smell, but it was faded, like how my hair and clothes smelt after my party, so I guessed it was dried blood. The idea of being surrounded by dried blood had me feeling a little nervous, but because I could smell it, I knew that my senses and hopefully my powers were coming back, so I wasn't freaking out completely. A waft of fresh blood suddenly hit my nose, and mix within it was a familiar scent.

“Finnley!” Mina cried out excitedly in my head, but she then quickly began to whimper as she asked, 

“Is he ok? Is he alive?”

I was over the moon that Mina was ba