IMOGEN'S POV
I woke up screaming.
The sound tore through my throat, raw and primal, shattering the antiseptic quiet of the hospital room. Hands materialized on my shoulders, voices swirled around me, urgent but distant, as if filtering through water. I thrashed against them, my nails carving crescents into flesh, my body bucking and twisting as though I could still outrun the inferno, escape the choking smoke, break free from the hands that had tried to pin me down and force my surrender.
"Madam, you're safe." The nurse's voice was gentle, but her grip remained firm. "You're in a hospital. You need to calm down."
"Where is Maggie?" The question scraped past my lips, sandpaper rough.
The nurse's eyes slid away from mine.
Cold dread pooled in my stomach. I struggled to sit upright despite the sharp protest from my ribs. "Where is Maggie?" I demanded, each word more frantic than the last.
The nurses exchanged a glance that made my heart stutter.
