Anastasia blinked slowly, her eyelids feeling heavy like bricks. The ceiling above her looked unfamiliar, too white, too quiet.
The smell of antiseptic filled her nose, and it made her throat dry. She tried to move, but a sharp pain stung the back of her head. A low groan escaped her lips.
'Where… where am I?'
She turned her head slightly and winced. It felt like her skull had been split open.
Her mind fought through the fog, searching for the last thing she remembered. Then it hit her like a flash of lightning.
The fight, the man in black and the documents.
She had tried to stop the intruder. She remembered grabbing his arm, struggling with him. She had screamed. Then… a sharp blow. Everything after that went dark.
Her breathing quickened as panic rose in her chest. She clenched her fists beneath the blanket.
'Why did I fight him? Why did I care so much about those documents?'
