Chapter 28: Making A Recovery pt 1 - Amelia

As I feel myself waking up – though I don’t remember going to sleep – I’m immediately hit with the smell of disinfectant. Beyond the smell of industrial cleaning products are two familiar scents that always smell like home. Apple and cinnamon, and lilacs. My dad and mum’s scents.

The second I shift my body the smells are forgotten and instead all I can think about is how horrible I feel. My head is pounding, and my body feels like I’m being weighed down by rocks.

What the hell happened to me?

“Amelia! Oh, Amelia! Can you hear me?!” Zara’s worried voice shouts in my head.

“Loud and clear,” I tell her as she whimpers. I feel her nuzzling into my mind giving me comfort and affection.

“I was so scared. I kept trying to reach you, but you couldn’t hear me. I thought I’d lost you,” she sobs.

“Hey, don’t cry you, big softy. I’m okay, I’m right here, I promise. I’m sorry I scared you,” I tell her gently. I h