ARIA’S POV

White...

So fucking white it felt offensive. The ceiling stared down at me like it was trying to burn a hole through my fucking skull.

It buzzed faintly or was that just the ringing in my ears? I blinked again. The world was still slightly blurry, like I was underwater. The sterile, chemical bite of antiseptic wrapped around my tongue. I almost gagged.

A rhythmic, constant sound was all I could hear when I registered, flipping beeping sounds that wouldn't just ...