CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE : SHOCKING IDENTITY

~GEORGE~ I closed my eyes and opened it to behold an unfamiliar ceiling which had a fan on it that wasn't even moving. I blinked repeatedly as the smell of injections and other clinical fluids hit my nostrils and I couldn't help sniffing them. “He's awake," I heard a familiar masculine voice say beside me, and I looked to see my gatekeeper alongside a man cladded in a police uniform. “What’s going on?” I asked, feeling the wrapping of the bandage on my head and the connection of my hand to the water drip. “I don't know how it happened exactly. The lady who brought you in last night suddenly rushed out and informed me of your state. I quickly went in to check up on you, and seeing you unconscious, I dialed my father's number, who is a cop, and we both rushed you here,” Geoff, my gatekeeper, said. Only two of his words attracted me, causing my brain to spin and process his words fast. “The lady..” I repeated it for the second time, and instantly, memories from last night came rush