A small gush of air from the A/c vent blew between Allie's toes. They wiggled back and forth, looking for shelter, but whatever was covering her stopped at her ankles. It took some time for her to open her eyes as the ceiling light kept blinding her.
Something blocked her throat. She was still breathing, but the object was uncomfortable.
"She's waking up.” A woman in pink scrubs looked at the monitor beside Allie's bed then turned to the confused girl.
Allie's heart rate and blood pressure made the machines beep. She moaned and looked down at her body. A needle buried in her right arm; transparent tubes sticking out from the end. A thick white clip covered her index finger.
"You're okay, Ms. March. You are in the hospital. Try not to move. You just had kidney transplant surgery."
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