When I finally regained consciousness, the first thing I noticed was the softness of the bed beneath me and the fresh, yet comforting, smell of sanitizer. The room was quiet, the only sound being the steady beeping of the heart monitor beside me. My eyelids felt heavy, but I forced them open, blinking against the soft light filtering in from the window.
It took a moment for my surroundings to come into focus. I was in a private room, the curtains drawn partially open to let in the dim, morning light. The events that led me here began to flood back – Leon in critical condition, the sharp pain in my abdomen, the blood.
As I shifted slightly, trying to get a better sense of where I was, a wave of dizziness took over me, forcing me to stay still. That's when I heard the door to my room creak
