Charade of a Press Conference

|ELENA’S POV|

“How do I navigate my way around a city that I barely know with a frozen bank card, in that skimpy clothing that is all over the news with this face card of mine that is on the decline after I was declared as the prime suspect of my father’s murder case,” I pondered as looked around the room bathed with soft light with a pitcher of water, a chair in the corner, monitor beeping softly, creating a rhythm in the soft room.

“At the time that I was brought into this hospital, my face was swollen which was quite distorted from the pretty face that was all over the news, but if I don’t get out of here soon, all my effort at putting my life in danger will be in vain,” I told myself as I carefully removed the iv that was connected to my vein as I got down from the bed and packed up my valuables and the only outfit that I had before I made my way to the door.

I opened the door slightly, looked around, and ensured that nobody was watching, and on confirming that the coast was clear