Keila Forger's Point of View
The hospital's ceiling greeted me when I came to and on top of that, it's freezing cold. I focused on the buzzing of the fan coming from the AC to make it easier for me to locate where it is. Seventeen degrees Celsius. That's what's indicated there. Normally, I could handle room temperature that is colder than 17°C but for some reason, I could feel my skin tightening and my bones getting stiff.
To conserve heat, I curled my body, arching my back so that my knees are on my stomach's level and tried to bury myself deeper into the bed to search for warmth.
I forgot how long I stayed like that, shaking and slowly freezing to death while battling myself whether to rise and move or not. I wanted to stand up and turn off the AC but at the same time I don't want t
