Third-person narrative.
The moment Gina opened her eyes, she couldn't tell where she was.
The room was dim, with little lights coming from the machines that were fixed on her serving as the only source of light in the room.
She wondered how she got here, as the only sound she could pick up was the peeping sound of the machine.
On turning her face side to the left and seeing the heart monitoring machine, that was the moment she realized she was, in fact, in a hospital bed.
When she tried moving her hands, she felt the stinging pain of drips dipping deep into her veins.
She wondered why she was in a hospital, as she wasn't feeling sick or anything. If anything, she was feeling perfectly fine.
Could it be that she was dreaming? But the stinging pain from the injections sticking to her
