Selma Payne's POV:
I'd always hated the smell of disinfectant, but at this moment, I could turn a blind eye to it.
My body was so heavy that I couldn't even open my eyes. The cold tube was placed on my wrist, and through the slight vibration, I could sense whether the liquid or gas was flowing through it.
This was probably a ward.
That was my first thought after I woke up.
My second thought was, 'What time is it now?'
I didn't know how long I'd slept, a minute or a hundred years. I couldn't even open my eyes to look at the clock now - if there was a clock here.
After an unknown time, I finally gathered enough strength to open my eyes.
As I expected, this was a ward; a very, very, large ward.
Perhaps the designer who built this ward used to design a football field, so it was spacious enough to accommodate the World Cup.
