Chapter 51

Joan’s pov

“She will be fine,” a more muscular voice said. It sounded close enough that I could say it was in the same room I was in.

“When she wakes up, I would like to talk to her before her parents; can that be arranged?"

"Yes, ma’am, you can talk to her when she wakes up, or whenever you please."

My feathery lashes batted against each other, slowly opening my eyes. I met the harsh ray of light trying to blind me, but soon enough it was obstructed by a lady who was familiar in all senses: her pained smile and blond hair, her grace and aura—everything made my body jitter in fear and uncertainty.

“How are you feeling, Joan?” She placed her hands on my head, then stared at the doctor, who now approached with those doctor thingies; they hung on their necks, and he placed them on my chest. He asked some questions, which I deemed dumb, but when he was done, he left me to Isaac’s mother.

“I came to apologise," she said, her lips barely stretching successfully in a fake smile like she alw