When I wake up I feel like I've been hibernating. I feel like I've been sleeping for month and I’m sure that I look like that too.
When my eyes finally adjust to the sunlight streaming in through the crack between the curtains I get a chance to look around and absorb the room details. It's got subtle decorations. Just the necessary things like chairs, a small table, a sink, a bed and a television. There's also a few medical machines and a bedside table by my side.
I scan my body to find a tube attached to my arm which leads to a small bag full of thick, red liquid. I use my other hand to twist the bad and read the word 'Blood' on it. Why am I being given blood?
"You lost a lot of blood during the operation," explains someone, almost like she is reading my mind. I turn to face her and f
