Thirty-Three (END)

I once again woke up to the familiar white walls and slow beeping sounds beside my head. It seemed like too many times I was waking up here, it almost felt like a dream. But I knew it was real when I moved my toes and fingers.

My head ached as I tried to sit up, but there was a heavy weight on my chest. I saw Ace asleep on top of me, one hand holding mine. I went and gently stroked his hair, but my fingers froze when I realized something.

“I remember,” I muttered out loud.

Holy shit, I remembered everything! From my father kidnapping me, right down to getting bashed over the head by Amber.

Ace stirred below me and groaned. “Isla?”

“I’m right here.”

He snapped up from the bed. “Isla! Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?”

“I’m okay, Ace.” I smiled gently and caressed his cheek.

He grabbed my hand and clutched it tight. “Wait…do you remember?”

I nodded and gripped his hand back.

“I guess that second knock to the head was all I really needed to put things back into place,” I chu