Chapter 52

Despite the pains inflicted by the total of twenty-two stitches upon waking—the longer slash that ran from her upper arm down to her elbow and the other from her clavicle towards her breast—Gianna managed to sit up even before digesting her surrounding.

At first, she'd thought to be in her room until the sight of a mundane compilation of furniture. And her room wasn't spotless white. Gianna winced in pain as she erroneously used her aching arm to propel her body up. That's when the weight that had sunk part of her bed lifted, only then did she notice the red-haired woman.

"Oh no, Anna, please stay put," she gently pinned Gianna back as if a move will kill her.

"No, I want to sit up. I feel a bit nauseated."

Her mother snatched a puke bucket from a corner and handed it to her daughter. "Here."

"Thanks." Assessing the lady, she could tell she'd spent the entire night by her side. She still had the previous day's clothes on and an almost intact makeup had it not been for the black m