I slowly regained consciousness, my eyelids heavy and my mind clouded. The sterile scent of the hospital engulfed me, along with the rhythmic beeping of machines that filled the air. I
I stared up at an unfamiliar white ceiling, struggling past the fog in my mind as I tried to take in my surroundings. On one side, there was what looked to be a heart rate monitor and a bevy of other hospital equipment and on the other, an IV pole with a tube leading down to my arm, translucent liquid trailing down lazily inside. It took a minute but slowly the haziness in my brain cleared enough for me to recognize that I was in a hospital.
I swallowed, my throat felt painfully dry, tongue cottony and swollen and I struggled to sit up, hoping to find some water to ease my thirst only to wince as a dull ac
