ANDREA’S POV
Forcing my eyes open was a struggle.
The light was completely blinding. Blinking rapidly to try and desperately adjust revealed lying on a narrow bed fitted with stiff white sheets. Hearing machines beeping rhythmically on my left provided a steady soundtrack.
Looking around confirmed being in a hospital room, or perhaps a busy emergency bay. Having a sterile curtain pulled entirely around the bed successfully separated me from the rest of the busy room.
A doctor was standing directly next to me. Being notably young with glasses and an incredibly kind face, he was actively checking a digital monitor.
"Where am I?" I asked. My voice emerged as a rough croak because my throat felt exactly like dry sandpaper.
"You're at Lenox Hill Hospital," the doctor said. Smiling gently,
