Closed Starter for @lustprone
The scent to antiseptic is beginning to fill her senses. Incessant beeps continue to echo . . . and in the distance, she can barely make out what seems to be . . . an intercom calling someone? No, that couldn’t possibly be it. She must be dreaming. She must be -- “Oww...” Head pounds, forcing a hand to rise and rub at her temples. Vision begins to clear, revealing a single needle protruding through the back of her palm to provide the IV connected above. Quick notes are spotted on a white board, stating her condition, nurse assigned to her unit, the physician and -- “What . . . the hell?”
Mind is rattling to recall the events of the morning. She awoke as usual. Completed her run. Snacked on some granola and yogurt. A cup of black tea. Showered and dressed herself for the morning meeting. Attended the meeting. Avoided speaking to Maddox. Grabbed her things . . . and then . . . nothing. Could it be that she -- No. No, this had to be some joke. Yet, sitting up, the atmosphere only confirms that this is a hospital room. Her phone -- where the hell is her phone? “Shit . . .” An exasperated sigh escapes her lips, realizing that finding an early release might be harder without help. Perhaps she could reach out to her brother? Maybe his wife?
