The sudden urge to go to the bathroom woke up Isabella. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, and they wandered instinctively around the room. Cynthia and Anne were still snoring on the sofa. Both had their weird position of sleeping.
Extending her arms, she let out a yawn before rubbing her eyes. It must be the finest sleep ever since she left Florence. Her body became lighter as well as her mood lightened.
Once she rolled out of bed, she picked up the blanket on the floor and covered Cynthia and Anne’s bodies. Isabella then went to the door, slightly shivering from the cold.
After pulling the door open, the coldness outside washed over her face as the predominant smell on the hospital’s pathway lingered around. The distinct chemical scent filled the air, making her grunt in silence. She
