ASHLEY'S P. O V

I woke up to the sound of suffocating beeping machines and the smell of antiseptics thick in the air.

Bile rose in my throat, sudden and potent. I almost choked the remaining life out of me.

I fisted my hands on the side of the bed, wanting to move, to fight against the invisible hand crushing my windpipe, but I couldn't lift a muscle, my body was limp, but inside I was screaming.

Beep, beep, beep.

Slowly and painfully, the monitor beeped. I closed my eyes to ease the burn ...