- ISOBEL -
Guilt.
I’m laying down on a bed with people by my side pushing the bed I’m on forward. My vision is blurred and I can’t make sense of my environment but all I can see is white and so many lights.
What happened?
I hear the sound of my breathing. It’s loud. Almost like my mouth and nose are enclosed in something I can’t wrap my head around. I want to move but I can’t. My hands feel glued to the moving bed even though I know they’re not.
I may be partially out of touch with my environment and my body but one thing I can tell is there’s nothing binding my body to anything.
Where’s Nina? Where’s Cameron?
My eyes close. They slowly open. I’m not moving anymore yet the lights are still as blinding as ever. I squint, trying to block excessive light from reflecting on my face.
