I wake up the next morning, momentarily disoriented by my strange surroundings. It takes me a minute or two to realise where I am then it hits me. My life has gone down the toilet and I’m all alone.
I sit up, but the pain in my whole body knocks me back down again. Everything hurts. My head is pounding, my leg aches and breathing is pure agony. I see the adrenaline has gone then.
I sit up again slowly and carefully, but the pain is intense. I look at my right knee which is now double the size of the left and sigh. At least the bleeding has stopped.
I check my phone and it’s 9am, I need to check out of the room in two hours and I have no plan.
There are two missed calls and two texts on my phone. I must have slept heavily if I didn’t hear them. Both missed calls are from Anna, but I can
