Chapter 50: Far From Love

If there is one thing I hate most, it's needles and syringes. The idea of any sharp object slicing through my body, bothers me to the very depth of my core as it goes against every single one of my principles.

The nurses are staring at me with expectant eyes, while the doctor scribbles on his notepad. I blink slowly at one of the nurses.

Her eyes are a mix of emerald and blue, the colours drawing you farther into them if you stare too long. Her straight long hair frames her petite face, giving her the look of someone in their late twenties.

She gives me a small smile and I return it with a crinkle of my eye.

The doctor's voice breaks the silence in the room.

"Mrs Eirlys, how are you feeling today?" The quainty doctor asks.

I open my mouth to respond before closing it back as realization dawned on me. These people are strangers and I'm in an actual hospital.

How?