Nadine pov
I felt a pang of pain throughout my body as I woke. The room was draped in a pale, sterile light that made me squint. I found myself in one of the hospital rooms, dressed in patients' clothes.
Confusion washed over me like a tidal wave as I tried to recall what had happened. As I tried to sit up from the bed, I felt some pain, but I pushed through and managed to sit up.
Weakness coursed through my limbs, making it a challenging effort. The dull ache in my muscles hinted at the extent of my injuries.
I glanced at the digital clock mounted on the beige wall. It read 1:36 PM, December 6th. A jolt of realization hit me: I had been unconscious for two days. Panic began to creep in, but I took a deep breath and kept calm.
Looking around the room, I realized I was alone.
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