* * WARNING - some readers may find this chapter too much and potentially triggering. Read at your own discretion * *
* * * Hope’s POV * * *
Beep. Beep - beep. Beep. The sound is monotonous and is slowly driving me insane. I give up and find my brain singing along with it. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I try to move and wince in pain. Beep - beep. Beep - beep. The frequency increased.
“It’s OK, Hope,” parent Kimberley says with a quiver in her voice. “You’re OK. It’s going to be OK.”
I don’t bloody feel it. There are wires around my chest and attached to my arms, tubes under my nose and a clamp on my finger. They’re all monitoring me and recording my stats.
“Increase her medication,” Miss Rita orders firmly.
“Yes, of course,” the doctor says.
I let go and float.
I force one eye op
