Truths
The familiar sound of a heart monitor beeping gets louder and louder as I stir and begin to open my eyes to take in my surroundings. I squint as the light flares from the window, it makes me raise my hand to block the light which is when I notice IV inserted into my arm. My eyes trail from my arm to the bag the IV is connected to. That’s when a soft voice on the opposite side of the bed is heard. “It’s okay..” I turn my head to the voice. I see a middle aged woman with small wrinkles on her face. Her hair was pulled back into a low bun. She smiles at me and then looks down at the chart in her hand. “You’re safe here..” she says softly darting her eyes back toward me. There was a professional quality about her. “Where is here exactly?” I ask as I look about the room. I was laying on a
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