Chapter 86
KATYA POV
BEEP
BEEP
BEEP. Slow and rhythmic sounds filled the space I was in as I slowly opened my eyes. The first thing that caught my eyes was the bright light, making shut them quickly.
I winced, the light was intense, I tried raising my right hand to my eyes but it hurt to move.
The hell? I tried again, but this ti with my left, and it was the sa thing. A sharp pain shot through my arm, making gasp.
Trying to process what was happening, I realized that I was in so kind of dical facility.
The beeping machines and the sterile sll were familiar, but I couldn’t quite place where I was or how I got there.
mories swirled in my mind, fragnted and unclear, forcing myself to rember what had happened, but it was like trying to grasp a handful of sand – the harder I squeezed, the more it slipped away.
My eyes hurt so much, and I needed to smooth them, but my hands felt like a weight was pulling them down when I tried moving them.
Where was I? That light nearly blinded , the intensity of it making my eyes water and I winced.
I tried focusing my ears on the beeping sound, letting it calm my racing thoughts. My back was laid down on a soft place.
The steady rhythm of the machines was soothing, my heart rate slowing down slightly.
Before blinking my eyes slowly and peering them open again, this ti more cautiously, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the brightness.
The room was unfamiliar, with blinding white walls and equipnt beeping around . I managed to keep my eyes open, squinting slightly, and took in my surroundings.
The room was small, with a single window that was shut with blinds closing the outer part, giving no room to see what’s on the other side.
The bed I was lying on was comfortable, but I could feel the weight of the blankets and the stiffness of sothing wrapped around my wrists.
Looking to the side of the room where the beeping sound was coming from, I saw a clean-looking machine with irregular lines on the screen.
On the side was a slim pole holding a small sachet of plastic filled with liquid. It seed I was in a hospital room.
But why? What had happened to ? The sll of antiseptic and dicine wafted to my nose, familiar yet unsettling.
I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over , forcing to lie back down.
Still looking at the sachet, I saw sothing like a rope moving down and connected into my wrist.
And on looking down at my right wrist, I saw a large bandage wrapped from my elbow to my wrist. The sight of it sparked a mory, a flash of blood.
I winced, trying to rember what had happened. The beeping machine seed to grow louder, and panic began to set in.
What the hell? I looked over to my left hand, and it was in the sa case, wrapped from top to bottom.
My gaze wandered around the room, taking in the machines, the bed, and the empty chair beside it.
This ti, I was alone, unlike when I had regained consciousness and had heard voices. Where were they now that I finally opened my eyes?
The silence was almost deafening, punctuated only by the steady beep of the machines and the soft hum of the equipnt.
Had I just imagined the voices. Had I been hallucinating? Where was everyone. The panic I felt was slowly spreading.
As I lay there, my eyes wondered around, noticing the small details of the room, trying to distract myself.
The walls were a pale shade of white, and the bed had a soft, white blanket draped over it. The machines surrounding seed to be monitoring my every move, their screens flashing with vital signs and readings.
My heart rate began to increase with every beat. I tried sitting up again, but a wave of dizziness washed over , forcing back onto the pillow.
The room spun around , One million, two million, five million, fifteen million.
Shit
With my eyes closed, I tried regulating my heart rate as the beeping increased a little. I focused on my breathing, trying to calm myself down.
After a while, I finally overca the sudden panic attack, my heart rate slowing down to a normal pace.
Blinking my eyes open again, I took stock of my situation. I wanted to pee badly, but how would I move when I’m wrapped like a sick gift with sothing connected to my hand?
The thought of getting out of bed and navigating the bathroom seed daunting. What the hell really happened to ? The question echoed in my mind, but I had no answers.
I noticed the IV tube attached to my hand, the fluid dripping slowly into my vein. I followed the tube to the machine beside , which was monitoring my vital signs.
Watching and counting the beep sound from the machine for so long after regaining my sense, my bladder felt as if it’s about to burst.
But there’s no one to ask where the toilet was nor who to help get out of this IV line. Where was everyone? Am I really in a hospital, but where are all the nurses or at least a doctor?
I have been awake for so ti now, and there hasn’t been anyone co into my room. I couldn’t hold in my pee anymore.
The need to go was getting overwhelming, but where’s the restroom? I had scanned the room while laying down, but I don’t see another door apart from the one which I already assud to be the exit door.I couldn’t take it anymore, the desperation and frustration boiling over.
Tiredness pressing down on , and I made a reckless and sudden move. I rolled over to my side, which cost a lot of pain.
The IV line ripped out of my hand, bringing out a painful groan. The connected needle tore free from my skin, and a small trickle of blood leaked out, staining the bedsheet below .
Exhausted from my movent, I lay there, panting, my hand throbbing in agony. But surprisingly, the pain was a welco distraction from the pressure in my bladder.
I glanced down at my body, taking in the various contraptions attached to . A pad on my chest, connected to the beeping machine, caught my eye.
With much effort and pain, I could raise my hand, using my fingers to close around the sticky edges and yanked it off. The beeping sound ceased abruptly, and the room fell silent.
The sudden silence was almost peaceful, but my bladder was still screaming for attention. I knew I had to get out of bed and find the bathroom, no matter how painful it might be.
With a newfound determination, I slowly swung my legs over the side of the bed, testing my strength and balance.
The room spun around , but I gritted my teeth and focused on my goal – to reach the bathroom and relieve myself.
My legs wobbled beneath , and my head still spin, making drop down to the bed again. Fuck, I think a drop of pee leaked out.
I gritted my teeth, determined to get to the bathroom. Regaining my strength, I tried again. This ti, I pushed myself up slowly, my legs trembling beneath .
Finally I stood, but with heavy breathing. My wrapped hands hung limp by my sides, useless.
I was in a loose dress, but I didn’t have ti to assess my dressing as I took a step forward, my eyes fixed on the door.
Walking over to it, I pressed my ears to it, hearing no noise before willing my hands to cooperate with and I opened the door with much effort.
The creak of the door seed louder in the silence. I was t with a quiet hallway which was dimly lit, surprise surprise.
The hallway stretched out in both directions, with no doors. I saw a nurse’s station in the distance, but no one was sitting at the desk.
Where was I? The question echoed in my mind as I looked around.
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