The humming in her ears faded, and with a gasp, her eyes shot open. It felt like she had been dreaming of drowning.
Ophelia blinked, clearing away the fog of her vision. Her eyes scanned the ceiling above her. This wasn’t her room, and neither was it a hospital.
The ceiling looked old and weathered, like any moment soon it would cave in and fall on her. The walls were grey and stained with patches of water condensed within the walls. A strong smell of antiseptic hung thickly in the air, and inhaling it made her nose crinkle. From the darkness that clung to the corners of the walls, she could tell it was nighttime.
She tried to remember all that she could. The museum, the car accident, the escape; and then it all came back crashing into her in one overwhelming wave. It wasn’t a dream! Sh
