My eyes snapped open.
My hazy vision was greeted by painted white ceiling, it was making a spiral movement. Nausea rose on my throat and I fell back to the bed.
'Where I am?' I muttered under my breath.
I got up. Even though my body hurts like hell, I forced myself to. Frowning, I look all over the place searching for clues where on earth I am.
A frown wrinkled my forehead. This place is strange, Im sure it was the first time I got in here.
"Arrrrgh."
A severe headache pounded my head, I fell back to the bed again, wincing from the pain. My head isn't the only one torturing me..... my whole body hurts like hell too.
I shut my eyes firmly until I saw stardust. I wondered where did I acquire my injuries. I have no memory of what happened.
I remained lying on the bed, unmoving, until the pain subsided. Did I met an accident or something? The question popped up.
The question bothered me. But the fact that I did not know the answer scared me most. The reason why I am here remained unknown to me.
After a few minutes the pain was gone.
I forced my eyes open. The view in front of me was blurry at first. But the blurriness gradually subsided. My vision cleared
My eyes as if have a mind of their own surveyed the surroundings. 'Where the hell I am?' Like a broken record, I repeated the question.
I've got no memories of the accident. I can't even recall them. I'm scared and confused as I came up with more questions than answers.
The furnishings that adorned the room are noticeably white. Aside from the high ceilings and the hard concrete walls that was coated in white paint—the square table situated on my right and the lace curtains that covered the window was white as well.
Beside my bed, where the white wooden table stood, a ceramic floral flower vase stood but no flowers at all.
I frowned.
I know I shouldn't be worrying for the empty flower vase but I can't help it. No one made an effort to fill the emptiness of the vase when the job does not require much effort . Handpicked flowers in the garden would do but it did not cross one's mind.
The emptiness of the vase left me wondering if it was left that way on purpose?
There, beside the white wooden table, a steel chair stood but it was empty as well, just like the room. I was totally alone with only the silence as my companion which is not much of a help.
"Where am I?" It was the third time I raise the same exact question, as usual the eerie silence replied back.
What I'm doing here?
Confused, I furrowed my forehead. Probably, after I figure out what happened to me my temples would all be wrinkly by the amount of distress I suffered.
I'm inside a private room of a hospital. The presence of the dextrose which was still connected to one of my veins which confirmed what I first assumed.
Am I dead?
My eyes widened, panic rose inside me. The idea sounds so ridiculous but..... It could be possible. The cold, dim, and deserted room says it's possible.
Butterflies churned my stomach and my heart pounded hard inside my chest. The sudden surge of fear rose inside me and I screamed, consumed by dread.
I was surprised when no words came out of my dry mouth. What came out was a barely audible whisper.
The pain in my arms and my feet intensified. This time it felt like I'm beaten into a pulp. Despite the tortuous pain I forced to use my trembling hands to support my body to get up.
I pulled the white blanket off my body. My feet
landed on the flawless, tiled floor. I shivered. from the surprisingly cold floor.
Without looking back, a scurried to the door with my trembling legs. "Hold on, you're almost there." I muttered under my breath while ignoring the unbearable pain.
Gotcha!
I turned the knob.
Suddenly it flung open, I almost fell to my knees. Thankfully, I clasp the iv pole tightly, it prevented the fall.
From looking on the floor, I raised my head only my gaze to be met by a pair of dark penetrating eyes. I instantly regret my decision upon seeing the hatred that ruined his lovely eyes.
"What the hell—” His eyes flared, then it slanted on the corner. For a while, I felt so scared. He looked at my bare feet then to the iv pole I tightly clutch with my fingers. A deep frown emerged from his face.
His gaze captured my eyes. He was pissed.
"What are you doing!?" His voice thundered across the room. I flinched by the anger that erupted from him.
"I..... I..... I'm standing!"
Stupid self. I made an imaginary head bang to the wall. I was so nervous, I mumbled the wrong word.
His frown grew deeper and I swallowed hard. Oh no, my reply only added fuel to the fire.
He throw me a look that gave me the impression he want to strangle my neck.
"Ouch!"
My thoughts erupted like tiny bubbles when the hammering pain on my head returned. It was so severe this time that I quickly returned to the bed and sat on the edge, and waited for the pain to go away.
The man went to my side after a quick, long stride. Before I knew it, he was already standing beside.
His face twisted with worry while I was overcome with pain. He did not know it but I'm silently watching him.
He caught me looking at him and the worry I saw quickly faded like it does not exist at all. His facial expression returned to being emotionless and it reminded me of a hard, lifeless statue.
His face was a few distance away from me now, I took the opportunity to examine his face. I caught my breath in my throat when his eyes slanted on the corners. He growled at me.
Grrrrr!
He looked more intimidating up close. If the god of underworld was reincarnated, then she found Hades already.
I fought his sharp glare then let the words out loud. "Who are you?"
His expression changed. He then look at me with murder on his eyes.
“I am your husband, you bit*h!”
