I woke up on a hospital bed and the smell of medicine. My head hurt as I tried to sit up, no one was around in the room I was in. The little room was all white and no decoration whatsoever. I felt and softness of matress under me and sighed, pressing my palms on it's soft surface.
The cell cot was like a rock slab compared to this.
The door opened and a man in white coat and square glasses walked in with a notepad in had. He didn't look up as he entered, he was too focused on whatever was on the notepad.
From a very young age I was almost never sick, my immunity was extremely good compared to others my age and that made me a stranger to hospitals and doctors until I was admitted to science College. There I met white coats every ten minutes.
When he looked up a surprised expression
