Owen
My eyes snapped open.
Blurry lines filled my vision, making it difficult to determine my current location. I closed them again, somewhat groggily, fighting the heaviness clouding my mind.
I counted to three.
Three... two... one.
When I opened them this time, my vision steadied.
My eyes first caught a plain white ceiling stretched across a moderately wide room, stopping just above a wooden door. I looked away from the door to the floor, taking in the brown smooth concrete and matching brown walls. To my right were a few empty beds, placed on wheeled frames, just like in a hospital. Two empty seats stood by the bed I laid on. I blinked.
Where the hell am I?
The soft shuffle of feet to my left caught my attention. I snapped my head to the sound, muscles tensed and bracing for da
