Chapter 257

Isla's POV

The smell of isopropyl alcohol and sterile sheets was the first thing that filtered through my senses, thick and unpleasant.

My eyelids felt like they had been glued shut, heavy and resistant as I forced them open against the bright hospital light.

I groaned, a dry, rough sound catching in my throat, and tried to shift my weight.

A dull ache throbbed in my temples, and my limbs felt ent