CARLA
Waking up from whatever deep slumber I'd been in felt like I was rolling on spikes. Every turn I made resulted in a jolting pain.
Muffled winces left my lips as I tried again, turning to my other side. My ribs ache badly, and I winced even louder.
Lying back on the bed, I shut my eyes. Opening them again to a blurry effect, I had to blink a couple of times. To clear my vision.
The strange ambiance. The strange smell. The bedding looked nothing like mine. The bland, white painting of the room. Everything pointed to the fact that I wasn't back at the apartment.
So where was I?
Sitting up was proving very difficult so I didn't bother with it anymore. I let my gaze dance around the room and caught sight of the machines beeping beside me.
At the hospital, my heart sank at the
