Chapter 43

Maeve's POV

I slowly opened my eyes, my mind shifting from fuzzy to clear.

Looking around, I realized I was moved to another ward, a far cry from the one before.

The walls here were slapped with plain white paint, not a single decor in sight. Some parts were even peeling off, showing the grey concrete underneath.

The light was utterly dim. The only tiny window was covered by rough, faded curtains.