Chapter 5

Morticia's POV

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The rhythmic sound dragged me out of the void.

White ceiling. The smell of antiseptic.

I wasn't dead.

I tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea slammed me back down. My leg was in a cast. My ribs were taped tight.

"Easy there, soldier."

A nurse hurried over, adj...