Trauma [H.S]

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For this chapter, I won't put a dictionary. I'll put the translation before or after the Arabic sentences or you'll get what the words mean from the responses. And note that I wrote them in English letters so you could read them, cuz I know that you won't be able to read it if I wrote them in Arabic letters.

If you have any questions or if you didn't understand something, you can ask me, I won't bite ;p

And if you've read the Shatter Me series then you might know some Arabic words too!

Valeria is a piece of me and I want to share this piece with you :)

Again, any hate comments will be deleted!

Alright now you can start reading :D

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Valeria Chambers

I groaned as I shifted on the hard mattress I was laying on. My head was spinning with a blinding headache and my muscles felt extremely sore.

What happened last night?

I rubbed the back of my hands on my eyes to somehow get rid of the pain behind them as I slowly opened them.

To my luck, the room I was in was completely dark, with only a bit of sunshine coming from behind the curtains.

Where was I?

I tried sitting up with a groan leaving my throat, which I realized was dryer than the Sahara desert.

But as much as I tried to push myself up, I couldn't. I felt like I was paralyzed, but yet I wasn't.

Suddenly, I felt the bed dip beside me which made me yelp in fear, but a familiar voice said in a hushed tone "hey, you're okay now don't worry."

I squinted my eyes up to see who that was, the blonde hair gave me a clue that it was Rebecca "what happened? Where am I?" My voice was scratchy when I spoke.

She answered "you're in your room now. We tried waking you up when we reached the flat after the party, but you didn't respond, and the fact that no one gets this drunk to the level of passing out only from two small shots was really suspicious. So we figured that something was definitely wrong. We asked that same cab to take us to the hospital. I was gonna stitch your leg up myself since I'm a pro at that but we were going to the hospital anyway, so I left the work for the doctors there. And the purple bruise on your head looks better now. You hit your head pretty hard."

Stitch my leg? Go to the hospital? A bruise on my head? What the hell happened? I went to the party and did some karate moves or something?

She sighed "you've been passed out for forty hours in total. Before the hospital and after you got treated there."

Wait, what? I've been sleeping for almost two days?

Treated?

"We couldn't have treated you ourselves. It was impossible, and we didn't have the right to do the procedure. That's why we took you to the hospital."

I asked impatiently "what was wrong with me?"

She sighed "you were poisoned. Your drink was spiked. Someone must've slipped something in it before you drank it. If we hadn't figured it out sooner when we were in the cab, you would've been dead right now."

At that, I shot up in a sitting position with wide eyes, my muscles and head ached even more with the fast action "what?! I was poisoned?! Who would do that?!" My voice was barely audible.