30 Prodigal son

Linda’s eyelids fluttered open, the scent of the hospital slowly drifted into her nostrils. As she tried to bring her hand to rub her forehead which was hurting badly, she realized IV drip was plastered against her wrist. Where am I? All of a sudden, the memories began to form together in her head piece by piece. She slowly started to remember what happened before she lost consciousness. She scanned the room wondering why she was here when the door opened. She snapped her head to the door to see Vladimir walk inside. “What am I doing here?” She tried to sit up straight but she was feeling pains on her whole body. She felt too weak and tired. “You collapsed in front of my house.” He said. “How do you feel?” He questioned. “I feel sore.” She answered feeling lost in my thoughts. She could feel the memories of how she was almost raped running through her head over and over again. The more she thought about it, the more she felt like crying. Her eyes welled up with tears and she t