Chapter 59. He Is the Victim

June POV

My eyes flutter open slowly, the sharp brightness stabbing at me. Oh God—my head hurts.

When my vision clears, I realize I’m lying on a bed. Fully clothed.

Wait—what happened to me?

A sting pricks my hand. I look down and see an IV drip hooked into my vein.

Little by little, my hearing sharpens. The steady beep of a monitor. That sterile hospital smell invading my nose.

I’m in a hospital. But… how?

I turn my head, scanning the room. Other patients lie in their beds, some still, some shifting.

A loud thud behind me makes me flinch. I whip my head around.

Leila. She stands frozen, her face crumbling, bag on the floor, and then she rushes toward me, wrapping me in a hug.

“I’m so sorry, June,” she sobs. “I should’ve gone with you to the club.”

My brows knit. “What… what happened to me?”

My senses are coming back, but my memories aren’t.

She pulls back slowly, her brows furrowed in worry. “You d