Natasha's POV

I opened my eyes and the room was different. The curtains were drawn back when I remembered them being closed. The chair by the window had been moved closer to the door. My water glass sat on the nightstand but I did not remember putting it there.

I tried to sit up and my body protested. Every muscle ached like I had been running for hours. My mouth was dry and tasted like metal. I reached for the water glass and my hand shook so badly I almost knocked it over.

The door ...