21. Open Your Mouth

Sofia's POV

My eyes blinked open continuously until I was able to see the blurry white ceiling above me.

Slowly my vision calmed and I took a deep breath while trying to figure out where I am.

This wasn't my cell and the cold temperature of the room supported my thinking.

Then where I am? Could I be possibly dead?

I recall mentally flipping out when I had a hallucination of Papá in the cell with me.

I could barely remember what happened but cannot forget being in the imaginary arms of my father and perceiving the cologne of Mr. Pompous.

My head really did a good job of messing with me this time.

When my stomach rumbled angrily with pain traveling up my throat, I realized that I was very much alive and--

Why do I feel comfortable? Is that a comfy bed? Impossible.

I adjusted my body to see the blue queen-sized bed beneath me and that's when I realized the needles attached to my skin.

What the.....

My eyes trailed up carefully to see the IV bags hung above me and could only sigh and seat