DAY 45
DAY 45I wake up panicked, open my eyes, and notice I"m in a stark white room. Machines beep around me, and there"s an IV in my right hand. Pain shoots through my shoulder, and I wince as I look around. My left arm is in a sling, and my muscles feel stiff from lying here for only God knows how long. What the f**k happened? Where is everyone? What day is it? I have more questions than answers, and it frustrates the hell out of me.
I press the call button on the remote that"s haphazardly looped around the hospital bed. A woman answers and asks what I need, but my throat is so dry I can barely get out any words. "Nurse."
"I"ll send someone in."
Leaning back, I struggle to get comfortable. Twenty minutes pass, and eventually, someone enters.
"Oh, you"re awake," she tells me.
"Wh
