Emma's POV

The first thing I noticed was the smell.

Sterile. Clean. Sharp.

Like a hospital.

My eyelids fluttered open to an unfamiliar ceiling, white and far too bright. I blinked again, trying to remember where I was, how I got here. My body felt light-too light. Like I was floating above everything. Then, a voice.

"Ah, you're awake," came a gentle, professional tone.

I turned my head slowly, finding a doctor-middle-aged, kind smile, clipboard in hand. He looked like he'd been ...