59~ Lost Memory 2

SKYLAR'S P.O.V

I woke up and the first thing I saw was a lady dressed in white coat. Then I looked around the room, it wasn't one I have been in in years. The smell alone could tell anyone what the room is, and that's the least place I ever wanted to find myself in.

I tried to sit up, but the severe pain coming from my back made me groan. She turned to look at me, a smile played on her face.

I archedy brow, wondering why I was laying on a hospital bed. How did I get here in the first place? And worst still, I can't remember what actually happened that led me here in the first place.

"Hello, Miss Richardson. How are you?" She asked politely, but I was eager to know why I was here.

"Why am I here?" I asked. "What happened to me?"

"Oh, darling, you fell sick so you were rushed to the hospital."

"Sick?" I know alpha Denver quite well not to be a man who would care about his slaves, to talk of driving them to an expensive hospital like this.

"How?" I remember being alright. I mean, I've a