The steady chime of the heart monitor nearby was the first thing I heard when I woke up. The sound had become so common, that I didn't even need to open my eyes to know where I was.
'I really need to stop waking up like this. It's becoming a habit.' I think to myself.
I woke up groggy, feeling as though someone had run me over numerous times with a car. My throat was scratchy, and felt as though the skin around it had been cut off. I reached up to touch my neck, when my finger came in contact with the familiar metal I had become accustomed to wearing for the past few months.
"She's awake." I hear someone call out. Like a dog, I tilted my head in the direction in which the sound came from. It felt as though I should recognize the voice, but the ringing in my ears made it sound a bit ti
