Chapter 11: Gray Area

The first thing Allison saw when she opened her eyes was the blurry white ceiling.

'Where am I?' she wondered to herself as she shut her eyes momentarily, blinded by the sudden brightness. 'This isn’t my home…'

As she relaxed herself and made use of her senses, she felt cold. She could hear the low humming of the air-conditioning unit and the IV drip piercing against her skin. She was covered by a warm, comfy blanket, which was a little weird because hospital beds didn’t usually feel this comfortable. The smell of medicine and anesthetics was also drifting in the air, reminding her of how much she hated hospitals.

And then, she also felt a solid warmth pressing against her arm. As if there was somebody there with her…

Allison opened her eyes blearily and painstakingly turned her head towards the source of the heat.

There, with his arms folded on the side of the bed and his head resting against them, was Matthew, sleeping quietly.

Allison didn’t know what she felt at that moment. Was i