Chapter 53: Waking up

~Enzo POV~

The low hum of voices sounds like a fly buzzing by my ear. I try to lift my arm to swat it away but groan in pain instead. The pain in my body grows with every passing second and I inhale sharply, trying to use any part of me. My right leg seems to be the only place the pain doesn’t live, so I bend it and rest it on the surface I am on, prying my eyes open, and blinking into the dimly lit room.

Using my leg, I force myself further up the bed and I’m surprised to find that my side and stomach don’t hurt as bad as my arms or left leg. After lots of groaning, a little panting, and a few cuss words, I sit against the back headboard. My chest heaves up and down with the effort, but it was worth it to be off my back. Not that it was worse than my whole hanging situation.

I scan the room, finding it empty, and I frown. I am in Ivy’s room at James’ house. Which makes no sense. I take quick stock of my injured leg and grimace at the smell of it and the discoloration. The poison on