Alana
2 years ago,
I couldn't feel my body, I couldn't feel anything. All I could do was silently stare at the blood pooling down my legs and staining the white sheets of my bed. There was blood. So much blood. I wasn't on my period. I couldn't be on my periods because I was pregnant. This was...this was....
This was the last nail in the coffin.
I don't know what happened, but when my eyes opened next I was staring up at the white ceiling. It took some time for me to get my head together, but once I did, I sat up and blinked. Where was I? This wasn't my room. But the place was familiar. There were several beds there and weird-looking machines. And as my eyes fell on the IV attached to my veins and the absurd green scrub I was wearing, it finally hit me.
I was in the pack infirmar
