Tracy's POV
The moment my eyes fluttered open, I found myself in a poorly lit room, covered with a thin white blanket.
The sharp pain that radiated in my head caused me to wince instantly as I sat up. “What happened?” I groaned, peeling off the blanket as I placed my foot on the floor.
As if on cue, a man walked in, he adjusted his glasses when he saw me. “Oh you're awake, finally.”
His face looked familiar and I squinted my eyes as I tried to place a finger on it. “Tim?” I muttered as I could finally remember him clearly.
“The one and only,” he beamed. “Nice to see you, again.”
I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just asked the important questions. “Where am I? What happened? The last thing I remembered was…”
I trailed off as I winced in pain, and gently massaged my temple
