Forty-six

Lyssa

I winced in pain, feeling the sharp sting of a needle piercing my skin. What was going on? Was I still in the rogue's den? I fluttered my eyes open, allowing light to seep through.

My vision focused and I realized that I was inside a really large room.

I frowned. What?

My muscles felt heavy and they throbbed with slight pain. Other than that, the rest of my limbs were numb and my tongue felt heavy.

Turning my head to the side, I saw a few nurses, at my sides, smiling down at me.

I looked down at my hand and saw the intravenous drip attached to my wrist. Now, I understood why I felt the needle sting, but that did nothing to explain why the nurses were beaming at me.

Was this a dream? It probably was. Either that or I was dead.

The last thing I remembered was fighting the rogues and then seeing Kalan...I guess I was dead then.

Death... didn't seem as bad as I thought, which led me to believe even stronger that this was a dream.

Turning my head again, my eyes landed on Blaze