I want to scream, but I can’t because I’m gagged.
I want to move, but I can’t because my wrists and ankles are tied to the bed.
Where the f**k am I?
Squinting, I peer around the starkly lit room because it’s so goddamn white in here, it hurts my eyes. I’m not in a hospital, but the room is definitely hospital-like with the machines and that sterile smell that burns your nose.
However, I can also smell lavender which seems completely out of place.
Peering overhead, I see I’m hooked up to an IV. Someone is trying to keep me alive, so that’s a bonus—I think.
My eyes adjust to the lights, and when I see I’m not alone, I don’t know whether to be relieved or terrified.
Someone lies in a single bed across from me. I don’t know if it’s a man or woman because their face is covered in bandage
