I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfectant invading my nostrils. The room was silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beep-beep sound you often hear in hospitals, which indicates you're alive. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting in an attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me. I glanced around and took in the deserted, blue-and-white colour schemed hospital bedroom. How long have I been here? I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had exactly happened. Then it all hits me with a bang. The memory of it all starts to occupy my thoughts.
I hated the fact that I had to witness someone being killed just before me.
My series of questions was interrupted as a devilishly handsome man, with black hair and mesmerizing hazel eyes, emerged from the door of my room with a mobile phone close to his ear.
