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DIANA’s POV

I wake up feeling like a thousand needles were pricking my skin. My head is throbbing and as I go to move, I hiss at the shocking pain that shoots up my spine. Clenching my eyes, I gnash my teeth and groan knowing my back had just grazed the bloody surface I was lying on. Looking around, I find myself in a hospital bed. White porcelain ceilings, basically an empty room, except for the chair and small side table sitting right next to me. I sniff the air, noting a bitter smell with subtle undertones of alcohol and solvents.

Looking around, I think to myself. Where the heck am I?

My ears burst at the sharp sound of ringing. I feel like my head is near to explode.

I…remember following Eleanor to the bathroom, remember deliberately pushing her farther and getting in good with her until Alex walks into the room to witness the scene. Just in time to see me whimpering pathetically on the floor while Eleanor stands right where I needed her to be. In an offensive position snarlin