#Chapter 78- I Won’t Hurt You

Fiona Leaning against the edge of the bed, I lift my leg and study the white wrappings around my ankle and foot. The harsh burning is now only a dull, itchy throb, just enough to be uncomfortable and slightly maddening. I lean over, but a coughing fit makes me straighten up, wheezing and hacking until I can breathe again. The room is familiar, the guest room at Ethan’s house, but I haven’t seen him since I woke up a few minutes ago. A set of clothes is laid across the chair near the bed, and I shuffle over to them and bring them back to the bed because I don’t know if I could stand fully at the moment even if I wanted to. My mind runs as I pull the sweatpants on. How did I get here? The last thing I remember is being surrounded by fire in the hallway and then nothing. No memory of how I got out. No idea if someone came for me or if one of my neighbors called the fire department. Shaking my head, I try to fight against the anxiety unfurling in my stomach. A hazy memory