Chapter2
When she came to all she saw was white. Slowly the colours bled back. First black, then red, and the last colour to come back were green, and that's when she saw her saviour. Her night in shining armour.
At first she was not able to make any sounds. Her mouth opened and closed but nothing came out. It would take some getting used to, cheating death in the way that she did wasn't a regular experience.
She got into a slight sitting up position, immediately noticing that her covers felt cold to the touch as did the rest of her bed, she held her hands up to her face, staring at them, hoping for some hint of recognition. But these hands, although looking similar to the ones she had before (I say similar for these hands were noticeably paler) were not the same. It was as though she saw two different hands that responded to her will, yet were not hers, as though someone grafted them to her wrists. Her eyes widened as the realization hit her, this wasn't her body at all: a vessel for her is what is. The feeling of being an alien in her own skin spread through out the body. All the covers felt as heavy as bricks thought they were made of down. She tried to kick them off her, but no matter how hard she tried, her legs wouldn't move. The weight was suffocating her but she couldn't move from the half sitting position she had taken. A barely audible moan escaped through her frigid lips as her eyes rolled back in her head and darkness took her once more.
Two hands slid covers that had slipped from her shoulders back up, and straightened her out of her half sitting position. The hands swept her hair back from her eyes and caressed her cheek. Two fingers left hand lingered for a moment on her lips. With a slight press, they disappeared.