Madison
Beep. Beep. Beep.
My limbs ached as the harsh weight of unconsciousness lifted and I tried to open my eyes, but they were too heavy. The incessant beeping of what sounded like a high-pitched drum was in my ears, even and repetitive.
I heard voices around me, talking and whispering as if they didn"t want me to know what they were saying.
It was like a blanket was covering me, numbing me from the burning pain I"d felt before.
How much time had passed? Where was I?
I realized the beeping in my ears meant that I was in the hospital.
I hated hospitals, always had. But I didn"t have the energy to dwell on it; not when I knew what was waiting for me when I finally woke up.
The voices seemed to get closer the longer I lay there, desperately trying to reach out to the man I knew was
