Kelly POV
My eyelids are pried open like a camera lens, going up and down as the light floods in. It's too bright, too harsh, and I moan as the rays burn my irises to a crisp.
When I can finally look around, everything is blurry. A dull beep echoes beside me, and I peer over at the machine attached to me.
My nose scrunches up, and I grab for the IV sticking out of my wrist. The beeping suddenly goes berserk, going faster and faster.
If there is one thing I hate more than crying, it's needles. No way in hell am I letting that stay.
"Whoa, whoa there sweetheart! Calm down, it's just some meds to make you feel better." I don't like the way Dr.Poland is addressing me as if I'm a toddler.
I huff at him to show him my dismay.
"I don't need them, I feel fine." I don't recognize my own voic
