Laura lay in the hospital bed, the sterile white sheets tucked tightly around her. The room was quiet, save for the steady beeping of the heart monitor beside her. Her head throbbed in rhythm with the beeping, each pulse a painful reminder of the attack.
The bandages wrapped around her head were still fresh, and her body ached from the bruises and cuts she had sustained.
She blinked slowly, her vision still a little hazy from the sedatives the doctors had administered to ease her pain.
Everything around her felt surreal, like a bad dream she couldn’t wake up from. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed quietly, casting a harsh glow that made her eyes squint in discomfort.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a nurse stepped in. It was Ann, the nurse she had seen a few times since she
