The sound of a heart monitor beeping echoed faintly in a hospital room as Zoey opened her eyes. She flinched, glancing off the beam of sunlight streaming in through the medium-sized window.
The room was silent. There was no nurse, doctor, or familiar face, only her, lying on the bed.
How did I get here? Zoey thought to herself. She looked at the medical items on the table, the few large tools at the corners of the room, and then her hand and the drip pipe connected into her skin.
Her mind flashed back to the accident on the highway. The truck came all too suddenly. The blinding light, and the weight that twisted her stomach before the impact.
The terror of spinning in circles inside the tumbling vehicle, and the shards of glass flying about in the car.
“Taylor,” Zoey's stomach churned
