SCARLETT ROSE
When I finally open my eyes, the world around me is blurry, as if everything is immersed in a dense fog.
My vision is hazy, and I can’t quite understand where I am.
Everything around me is white — the walls, the sheets, even the ceiling, which seems to glow with a cold light.
I’m lying in a bed, and I feel the weight of my body, the sensation of something strange connecting my skin to various wires.
My heart is beating, but it doesn’t feel like mine. Something is wrong. I’m in an unfamiliar place.
Sighing, I feel the pain taking over me.
I can barely contain the groan that escapes my lips.
Each breath comes with a feeling of pressure on my chest, and when I try to sit up, an involuntary cry of pain leaves my mouth.
My body is weak, exhausted, and I can’t understand h
