Veronica groaned in pain while her heavy eyelids gradually came open. She squinted at the sight of bright lights seeping into her eyes before she could even register what was going on. The last thing she could recall was the elevator ride and, 'my blood'. She weakly lifted her left arm to find a drip attached to her wrist. 'This must be the hospital'. She assumed, but the bed was a little too comfortable, unlike the stony ones in a hospital.
Her eyes opened further while adjusting to the light and her gaze lingered on the giant chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. It was somewhat similar to those you'd see in a luxury hotel's lobby. It was a sparkling silver design in the shape of leaves around an orb.
Her head tilted to the left, her unfocused eyes sighting the door a questionable distance away. In feast, the room setting looked a little too grand to be a hospital.
And to her right was—
