Accused

Waking to the brightly spread light lushed across the room, the sunny ambiance of light, laced with the scenting aroma of rose, Ismael slowly rose his eyelids, rising to the consciousness of his environment, a four cornered shaped room, which seemed much less than a hospital wall.

“Good morning sir”

Ismael ears allowed the entrance of a voice. Slimly stinging, the voice he heard seemed to belong to a lady, a female which practically stood beside him, fading towards his presumption as he could hardly clarify her appearance, as it had taken quite a while before Ismael's brain could fully get activated, allowing him have a clearer view, which ascertained whom he had standing behind him.

“who are you ?“ Ismael asked in deep suited voice, thickened by the number of days he had slept through.

The hoarseness in his voice cause by the accumulation of smoke had completely vanished, allowing Ismael breath properly, while pushing his body upwards from the position where he laid. Ismael turned hi