Ruby's eyes fluttered open to a dim, stale-smelling room. The air was heavy, almost suffocating. She blinked several times before her vision cleared, the cracked ceiling above her swimming into focus. She was lying on a thin, creaky bed.
Her brow furrowed in confusion. Why… why was I asleep?
Just as the question came to mind, everything came rushing back—the sudden blackout. The chaotic shuffle of bodies. Someone bumping into them. That sharp prick in her arm. Her own startled scream. And then… nothing but darkness.
Her stomach twisted, hoping it wasn't what she was thinking it was. How long had she passed out and why was Stefan still not here? Wasn't she still at the hospital?
Her gaze darted around. The walls were stained, the floor coated in dust. Abandoned. Forgotten. Where am I? Was this an abandoned ward or.....
"Well, well, well…"
Ruby's heart jumped at the voice and all her thoughts ceased. She turned her head sharply to confirm what she knew.
