Morgan's POV:

My head hurts. It feels like the twins are playing soccer with a metal ball and it's bouncing off the walls of my head.

My eyes flickered open, the bright light in the room making me squint and squeeze my eyes shut. The smell of disinfectant hung in the air hidden under notes of flowers and vanilla.

Disinfectant?

I opened my eyes, taking a while before my vision focused. I looked around me, taking in my surroundings. The large window that was open letting in unholy amounts of light and fresh air. A nightstand that had a large bouquet of red roses, infact flowers were all around me....