The sound of the steady beating of my heart greets me as I wake. The bright blast of sunlight burns my retinas and I hiss. Damn, not used to the sun yet vampire. I chuckle silently at the thought, and how much it sounds like a certain blue eyed boy - who tried to kill me.
I look around the small private hospital room decorated with get well soon cards and balloons... someone even left me flowers. No doubt that was Bri's doing. Besides the few items there was nothing in the room, no sign of life.
I try to drudge myself from the bed only to behold frail, skinny hands and an unhealthy pasty tint to my once tan skin. I feel almost as bad as I seemed to look, and still I was oh so tired. The bone crushing kind of tiredness that stemmed from too many experiences spent nearly dying.
The doctor
