Aniya's
eyes fluttered as she felt a little warmth in her limbs. Her head felt heavy,
"Urgh," she groaned in pain. She heard the rustling of fabric before someone
pressed her wrist.
"Hello,
ma'am," a woman's gentle voice reached her ears, "Thank God, you're awake. Mr.
Sinclair just went out for a minute, and it seems you were waiting for him to
leave the room. Haha."
Aniya
turned her face slightly, her vision got blurry. She wanted to tell the woman
to shut up because her voice seemed to be pounding inside her head.
The
woman was dressed in a nurse uniform and had a smile on her face, "Let me call,
Sir. He will be quite happy to see you, getting back your consciousness," she
started moving away before Aniya could ask her anything.
Aniya
closed her eyes with a sigh when the door clicked shut. When she opened her
eyes, her gaze shifted around the unfamiliar room.
This
time I'm sure this isn't a hospital. That antiseptic scent is missing. Instead,
