I don't remember much. The drugs in my IV cloud my thoughts. I remember a shot. Maybe at me? Someone shouting, the world tilting. No, me falling. A sharp pain in my arm. The silence.
When I woke, I was immediately blinded by hospital beams. I shut my eyes tight, trying to block out the light. The smell of sickness and death hung in the air. I had always hated hospitals. My parents had both died there after major surgery. I blamed the hospital. I guess their deaths scarred me for life. I had to get out. Sitting up, I looked around. There was no one in sight. That alone should have alerted me. Something wasn't right. I tugged at the IV in my arm and took the pulse oximeter off. The monitor beeped furiously at me, so I unplugged it. Still, no one entered the room. Still I hadn't registered that as a problem. I staggered out my room, unsure on my feet for being drugged, and into the corridor. I realised why the stench of death was so bad. There were bodies everywhere. I reeled back into my room, gagging and suddenly I was alert, all senses straining to detect something. Anything.