Looking at the posh interior, it couldn't be a hospital, it wasn't Ava Kelly's bedroom neither in her father's villa nor at the Kelly mansion.
'Where am I?' She thought.
Her hand moved on her left chest where the bullet had pierced her chest to reach her heart, she felt no pain but soreness to move around. She cupped her face to feel the wounds when she noticed a clip on her finger.
She was removing the clip when the loose knitted long sleeves dropped and she caught the sight of her hands. She brushed her fingers over her forearms in shock instead of surprise.
'Where are my injuries?' She thought by looking at her slender long fingers.
Her palms were pressed under the boots and made them lifeless, she had no strength to move her hand around when she lost consciousness, so how could she believe those were her hands which didn't have a single flaw?
