My head is throbbing as I shake the fog from my eyes, my vision slowly coming into focus on the world around me. The room I am in is white. I push myself up slightly with much effort, and see that I am lying on a bed the same color as the room.
Where am I? A closed light brown door some distance away to the left catches my eye. I try to swing my legs off the bed to get up to the door, but they won't obey. Struggling to lift my arms up to eye level, I notice that they are both covered in white swathes, and there are several needles sticking out of my right hand. My eyes follow the transparent tubes until they end up at several bags of liquid hanging on a metal stand.
Straining, I try my best to push myself to a sitting position, but the breathlessness in my lungs make it hard for me to really move. After trying and failing several times, I huff in defeat and allow my tired arms to drop to my side on the bed. I attempt to recall details regarding why I am here, but nothing comes to mind.
A thought suddenly hit me, and this is when I begin to panic. Who am I? I rack my brains trying to figure out the answer to that question, but it's like someone wiped all my memories. If I am a computer, it would mean my hard disk got reformatted. Wait, why am I thinking about such random things at a time like this?
Lifting my hands to my still pounding head, I feel the same bandages covering it, just like the ones on my arms. I think I am injured? Maybe that's why my body hurts and I can't remember anything at all. I guess this is an indication I should just sleep, and when I wake up later I would remember everything again.
As soon as I made my decision to lie back down, a light skinned woman with curly mocha colored hair in a dark pink flora print shirt enters the room. She smiles at me, and reaches out to stroke my hair. "How are you feeling? You are wide awake, so it should not be too bad. Don't worry about anything, you're going to be fine."
Who is this woman? I feel an unknown dread bubbling from the pits of my stomach. I don't know her, so why am I feeling this way? She seems to know who I am though, so maybe I can ask her?
I try to open my mouth, but my lips don't seem to be moving. She sees my jaws move, or at least I think she sees it, and just shakes her head. "Don't try to talk, you won't be able to at the moment. Just lie down and rest for a few days. I think you've finally earned it after answering all the questions correctly for once."
Answered all the questions correctly? Whatever she said makes no sense at all.
She pushes a red button on a small remote control thing on the side of my bed. "I'm going to get a nurse, and get you sedated. It's for your physical health, you know. Just like your spiritual and mental health, you are going to be saved in all these aspects."
She pats the side of my cheek as another woman in white enters the room. The emotionless expression on the nurse's face as she pushes a needle into one of the liquid filled bags on the stand is strangely disturbing. A shiver run through my body from this simple touch from the pink shirt woman, and as desperately as I try to, I simply cannot figure why I feel terrified of this person who seems so… friendly towards me.
Taking in as much as I can before the world goes dark again, I notice a small yellow band attached to my wrist, with three lines of texts. I can make out the words T.V., O Negative, and a string of some numbers with the first three in brackets. They seem strangely familiar, like something I should know.
But before I can make any more sense of these weird gut feels and bits of information, I feel the pain from my head slowly dissipating, and find myself drifting off, my last sight being the pink shirt lady smiling while standing next to my bed.