I'm in an immaculate room when I wake up. The curtains have been pulled back and fresh air circulates in the room. I take in the white draperies, whitewashed walls and classic chandeliers and I have an odd feeling.
The smell of antiseptic overwhelms my senses and I gag.
I hate hospitals.
"She's awake." Someone announces quietly.
A moment later, a face hovers over me. My vision is kind of blurry but when she talks, I recognize her instantly.
Patricia.
I fight to focus as her fingers slightly trace my jaw.
Ouch. That stings.
She creases her forehead and I realize that I'm focusing now, the images becoming sharper and clearer and my best friend's face looms over me, concern creasing her pretty face.
"Hey." She says softly.
I open my mouth to reply but no words comes out. I feel
