Chapter Fifty
Return to Applesteine’s Institute
***Lorana***
“No!” I screamed as I bolted upright, almost sliding off of the chair.
A tiny hospital room appeared, lit by a yellowing fluorescent light above me.
“Lorana!” Damon gasped, throwing back his hospital blankets. “Arh,” he winced, holding his ribs. “Damn it!”
“Damon,” I gasped, turning my attention to his half-naked body, cradled by a hospital bed. “S-sorry…” I stammered, shaking the dream from my mind. “I’m okay. I must have drifted off. It was just a dream.”
“Are you sure?” He asked as he seemed to settle at my words, relaxing back in the bed. “It sounded worse than usual.”
Catching my breath, I stood from the chair and studied the room around me. It was pale white, square, and infiltrated by a barely audible hum. The u
