A traitor in the palace

Karina

I wake up with a sting on my neck and a terrible migraine. I don't even know if I should rub my temple or my throbbing neck. I'm not sure which hurts more.

I try to sit up, noticing I'm in bed, the beige coloured canopy and peach sheer curtains that I've grown accustomed to surrounds me.

How did I get here? I rub my sore neck but instead of feeling warm skin, I feel something artificial plastered on the injured spot. As my brows furrow in confusion, the curtains are drawn and a face with a set of eyes I'm all too familiar with comes to view.

"You!" I spit the word out like it's poison, "Don't come any closer." I put my hands out it a defensive mode.

He looks at me with concern as he tries to reach out to touch me. "How's your neck?"

I swat his hand away. "How's my neck?" I ask, incredulously. "You plunged a needle in my neck, practically stabbed me with it."