#Chapter 68 Web

Mira In my dream I was back in the chair. My arms and legs were strapped down, and I was tilted back so I was mostly looking at the ceiling. I could move my head freely, but there was an oxygen mask covering my nose and mouth. It felt like my head weighed fifty pounds and my neck strained under the effort to lift it. One spot above my clavicle felt extra tender and throbbed in time with my heart beat. Everything was bright around me, my eyes unable to differentiate shapes in the surrounding abyss. There was something comforting in the familiarity, even if it was a bad dream. Except this wasn’t a dream. This was real. My eyes opened wide as I forced my brain to focus and a jolt of pain ripped across my eyebrows. I checked my breathing while squeezing my eyes shut for a moment. “What the hell happened?” I slurred aloud to myself. “Good, you’re awake.” The voice came from everywhere, filling up the room and echoing in my skull. The mask on my face fogged up as my br