Betty's POV. 

When I opened my eyes, the ceiling above me looked strange and unfamiliar. It was high and painted cream, with a small light hanging down. 

My head felt heavy, every heartbeat echoing painfully behind my eyes.

I blinked and tried to sit up. 

The bed beneath me was large, covered in soft sheets that smelled faintly of roses and clean linen. 

The walls were painted in a soft beige colour, adorned with framed paintings of forests and mountains. A tall window stood partly ...