Chapter 90 Mother

Damian’s eyes fluttered open to a blinding white light. His head pounded, and his shoulder ached with a dull, throbbing pain. As his vision cleared, he found himself in an unfamiliar room - sterile and clinical; the kind found in a hospital. “Welcome back, Mr. Blackwood.” A woman in a pristine white coat stepped into his line of sight, her expression neutral. “I’m Dr. Novak, the attending physician. How are you feeling?”