Chapter 35 . Puzzle pieces

Kelly POV My eyelids are pried open like a camera lens, going up and down as the light floods in. It's too bright, too harsh, and I moan as the rays burn my irises to a crisp. When I can finally look around, everything is blurry. A dull beep echoes beside me, and I peer over at the machine attached to me. My nose scrunches up, and I grab for the IV sticking out of my wrist. The beeping suddenly goes berserk, going faster and faster. If there is one thing I hate more than crying, it's needles. No way in hell am I letting that stay. "Whoa, whoa there sweetheart! Calm down, it's just some meds to make you feel better." I don't like the way Dr.Poland is addressing me as if I'm a toddler. I huff at him to show him my dismay. "I don't need them, I feel fine." I don't recognize my own voice, it's so scratchy and gross. The pack doctor rolls his eyes at me while he strides closer, bending ov