Winter POV
Theres so much beeping. It's really frustrating the hell out of me. Why is it so loud? It's piercing my ear drums. I want to shut it off. It's making me so mad, so angry. My eyelids flutter open. I look around me, perplexed. Why am I hooked up to all these machines? Theres something in my arm and I pull it out, ignoring the blood that trickles from the wound. It stings a little but I'm more fascinated by the room. Or disgusted. Disgusted would be more accurate.
It's so sterile, so white. I glance down and see that I'm in a gown. I touch it, its' rough. Not soft at all. The blanket is coarse and thick. It's warm at least, I think to myself with a shrug. I'm barefoot and the window blinds are up, showing a large house in the distance and nice grounds. I wonder if I live there?
