**BELLA**
I wake up to the smell of antiseptic and the low, steady beep of a monitor, and I know exactly where I am before I even open my eyes, because this room has already branded itself into my memory once before. The same pale walls, the same narrow window letting in a slice of daylight that never quite reaches the bed, the same faint hum of machines doing work my body is currently failing at on its own.
Hospital.
Again.
I let out a slow breath that turns into something halfway between a sigh and a growl, because of all the places I could have woken up, this one ranks somewhere near the bottom of the list, and my first instinct is to sit up and demand to be moved. That instinct lasts about half a second before my body reminds me exactly why I am still here.
Everything hurts.
Not
