The one thing I was getting seemingly used to was waking up after falling unconscious since it had happened twice in a week last month. However, this time felt different.
I felt weak. My body ached, and it took so much to be able to concentrate on my breathing.
When my eyes flickered upon for the first time, my vision was blurred. It took my slowly blinking a couple times to be able to make sense of the very dark painted room in front of my eyes and a cheap buzzing bulb overhead.
My back hurt.
I was not lying down on a feathery bed unlike the last two times I was woken up to consciousness. Instead, I was sitting. In a chair. A wooden chair that creamed when I tried to move, and I soon realised I couldn't move. My hands were tied behind my back.
Panic hit me when all the events that ha
