Chapter 87: The Hospital Escape
Liam's POV
Pain. That was my first conscious sensation as I drifted back to awareness. Not the sharp, concentrated agony of Diane's torture session, but a dull, medicated throb that pulsed through my entire body in nauseating waves. The antiseptic smell hit me next, that unmistakable hospital odor of industrial cleaner and despair.
I tried to get up, but the pain wouldn't let me. My ribs felt like they were on fire, my left hand throbbing where the fingernail had been torn out. Just as I was about to lay back down, I heard voices—and one of them was unmistakable.
Diane's voice.
My heart began hammering in my chest. What the hell was this witch doing here? Had she come to finish me off? I immediately feigned deep sleep, straining to hear what was happening.
"His vitals are stabilizing. Dr. Chen says to keep him sedated through the night."
Dr. Chen. Diane's doctor. Of course she would be the one treating me.
