Once more unto the breech…
If it was waking, Laura woke.
Her eyes opened onto a darkened hospital ward in which all the other patients were sleeping soundly. She tried to lift herself and found that she couldn’t. Her arms and legs had been restricted by something and she felt its unforgiving nature bite into her skin. Her neck ached and her head swam. A cough emerged from within her lungs and forced its way out of her mouth. She almost choked upon its insistence and coughed some more. Something in the ward heard this and began to move towards her. She closed her eyes again.
“Mrs Andrews, are you awake?”
Laura kept her eyes tightly closed. She recognised the voice even though now it appeared coated in a German accent.
“Oh dear my dear, I thought that you were awake. I wanted so much to see those lovely eyes of yours. I especially like…
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