I woke up in a room filled with sick people. I could smell the sickly-sweet stench of disinfectant and illness, and it made my stomach turn. My head was throbbing, and my vision, blur. I tried to get up from the bed but fell right back on the scratchy sheets. _Why am I even here?_ I tried to recall what happened earlier, but each time a fragment of my memory came back, my head ached badly. I could hear the rhythmic beeping of the machines, the footsteps of the nurses parading the room, voices down the hall, and then the slamming of the door.
"How does your head feel, good?" A nurse in a white uniform approached me. Her footsteps were so light on the floor, that I almost didn't hear the sound of her shoes on the tiled floor. She checked for my pulse, and asked questions, that I only nodded
