Chapter 28 Contradictory Psychology

Cecilia Blackwood's POV

I forced my eyes open with every ounce of strength I had. What greeted me were pristine white sheets, a ceiling, and that thick, suffocating smell of disinfectant that made it hard to breathe.

Yes, this was the infirmary. I wasn't dead. God had shown me mercy after all.

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