Chapter 155

[Angelica]

I have never felt as bad as I do right now. 

Not even during the months of rehabilitation as I healed from the first car accident. Not during the painful plastic surgery I had to undergo to restore my beauty or any of the procedures that Jude performed on me with the hopes of giving us a child someday. 

There isn't a single part of me that doesn't hurt. 

The last thing I remember is the sound of a horn and the feeling of flying after the bus slammed into me. I can't remember how I ended up in the street in front of the bus to begin with. Did I trip? Was I pushed?

I should be dead either way. One doesn't usually walk away from being hit by a bus.

"I guess I didn't walk away," I try to say, but start to choke around a respirator shoved down my throat, helping my lungs breathe. Panicking I start to flap around, trying to pull the damned thing from my throat. 

What the absolute hell? How many machines am I h