Anger

(Camilla’s POV) I woke up to the sound of voices. I don't need to open my eyes to know that I am in the hospital. I could smell the familiar scent of antiseptic cleaning products. It’s also obvious that it was Butler Jin speaking. Other voices could be heard who seemed to be in the process of interviewing him, probably the cops. I only opened my eyes as soon as I heard the door shut. I’m not really in the mood to talk right now. I’m not in a good mood. The first thing I saw was the sterile white ceiling, and the fluorescent lights buzzing above. I groaned, my head throbbing in time with the insistent beeping of the heart monitor beside me. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my side, forcing me back down. "Miss Camilla, you're awake!" Butler Jin's relieved voice washed over me, tinged with a hint of worry. I saw him at the corner of the hospital bed. He looked tired, looking like he aged twice out of worry overnight. "What happened?" I croaked, my voice hoarse. I don't rem