He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178

But because I had.

And after hours of uncertainty, panic, anger, waiting, and every other unpleasant emotion the day had managed to produce, my mind seemed strangely reluctant to process something positive.

“She’s awake?” I repeated.

“Yes.”

The smile remained.

“She’s conscious now.”

The pressure crushing my chest since the stadium finally eased.

Not completely and not enough to make me comfortable. But manageable.

The footage. The shooters. The investigation- all of it could wait.

Because Daisy was awake.

(Daisy’s POV)

The first thing I noticed was that I appeared to be horizontal.

This struck me as odd because I was normally very committed to being vertical. In fact, most of my life had been spent upright, and I had always considered

it a successful arrangement, so waking up flat on something felt like a concerning departure from tradition.

The second thing I noticed was the lights. There seemed to be an unreasonable number of them hanging above me, all bright, white, and suspiciously expensive-looking, and I found myself staring upward for several seconds before arriving at what felt like the most logical conclusion available.

“Huh.”

My voice sounded strange, rough around the edges as though it hadn’t been used in a while.

“If this is heaven, I expected more clouds.”

The statement earned no response, which immediately struck me as rude. Turning my head slightly, I took a better look around the room and found that everything seemed remarkably clean, remarkably bright, and remarkably unfamiliar. Heaven wasn’t exactly something I’d spent a lot of time imagining, but I

was fairly certain it wasn’t supposed to smell like disinfectant.

“Actually,” I murmured, my brows drawing together, “if this is heaven, why do the angels look like… doctors?”

The question felt entirely reasonable, and unfortunately it only led to more questions.

Where was God? Where were the firmament? Why was heaven slowly beginning to look like a private hospital? And perhaps most importantly, why was one the upposed-angels walking directly toward me with syringe in her hand?

I narrowed my eyes immediately.

That didn’t seem very heavenly.

In fact, the more I looked at it, the more aggressively unheavenly it became.

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