White.
That’s the first thing I see when I open my eyes.
White ceiling. White walls. White light that feels too bright, too clean and too empty. For a moment, I just stare. My mind doesn’t catch up. It lags behind like it doesn’t want to remember anything.
Where am I?
I blink once, twice. The light stings my eyes and I squint slightly, my head throbbing with a dull, persistent ache.
This isn’t my room.
A faint smell reaches me…it's disinfectant and my stomach tightens.
I am at the hospital?
I shift slightly, and something tugs at my hand. I frown, turning my head just enough to see an IV line connected to me.
My breath catches.
“What…?” My voice comes out hoarse, barely more than a whisper.
“You’ve woken up?” a voice sounds from besides me.
I freeze at the voice. I turn my he
