Suyin woke up in an emergency as if her mind and body reminded her of a something dangerous. She pushed herself from the bed, her heart beating frantically , and her brain buzzed. The massacre at the hotel still afresh.
She looked around. The room was dimly lit, with not even single furniture in sight other than a small stool with a teapot on it. The walls had red and white murals hand-painted all over which was unique to any traditional home in El Sandrios. Beautiful. But the bullet holes, and the missing chunks of plaster had their own story to narrate.
A pleasant yet not overwhelming fragrance covered the entire room. Suyin looked for the source of the fragrance, but couldn't find any. Just then her gaze fell on the IV in her hand. Reaching she was about to turn off the IV when she realised the room didn't even had a bed but just a mattress on which she was sleeping.
