I woke up with a start. My breaths heavy, as I tried to pry my mind off the horrendous thoughts that lingered. My eyelids felt heavy, and I felt drowsiness dominating my mind.
Just as the haze cleared out, and I focused on my surrounding through the peripheral vision, I frowned.
I laid there quietly, my breaths matching the beeping of the machines that surrounded the bed I was on, the only indications of my heartbeat, my existence. My eyes meet a dismal view of a creamy colored hospital room, the door carved brown, like the ones in Ale's house. beautiful paintings hung on the creamy walls, leather chairs at one corner, while the place was filled with different machines and stocked gauzes, with chemicals and drugs.
The room stank of gloom over all.
There was shuffling behind the door
