Bab 345: Disoriented And Furious

One Hour Later.

Olivera's eyes fluttered open, blinking against the harsh light as she found herself lying on a soft bed. Confusion washed over her as she tried to piece together what had happened. How had she ended up here? And where was she?

As she sat up, her head swimming with dizziness, a wave of disorientation washed over her. The room spun around her, making her feel nauseous and disoriented. She reached out to steady herself, her fingers trembling as they grasped at the sheets beneath her.

"What's going on?" She muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, fragments of memories and half-formed questions swirling in her mind. She tried to recall the events that had led her here, but her memories were hazy and indistinct.