JESSICA
By the time I open my eyes, I’m alone and lying in a bed in a hospital room. I don't know for how long I've been out cold.
The familiar panic sets in the minute I realize that I'm in a hospital, and I try to stamp it down, albeit unsuccessfully.
I hate hospital rooms with a deadly passion. Before I can panic too much though, the door to the room opens and my friend Samantha walks in, all smiles.
“Well, well, well. Look who’s awake.” She beams, coming to my bedside and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Hey.” I croak.
Samantha immediately reaches for a jug by the side of the bed and pours me a glass of water, which I suck at greedily, using a straw.
“How are you feeling?” She asks me.
“I feel much better than I should, thanks.”
“That’s good. The doctor said that you
