บท 44: Chapter 44: Phoenix

Even the simple act of opening her eyes was a struggle.

The slightest of movements sent throbbing bolts shooting through her body. Everything felt blurred, even with the bright fluorescent lights piercing her eyes. All she could see - and feel - was white. White bandages crowding her vision, smooth white sheets on her bed, shiny white walls encasing the small hospital room, white blinds on the large window… and the burning white ache searing through her limbs with every twitch, every tremor, every breath.