What an obnoxious sound…someone turn off the alarm!
“Doctor, she’s coming to,” came a soft woman’s voice.
“Miss Swan, can you open your eyes for me?” asked another woman, whose voice was huskier and rougher.
Not really. I like the dark. It makes my head stop hurting.
“Miss Swan, please?” the rougher voice pleaded.
Ugh, fine. My eyes fluttered. It felt like I was trying to peel back dry skin off my eyes. It was foul and I didn’t want to do it. Seriously, the dark was amazing. However, the doctor was relentless in her pleas. After fifty-seven beeps, my eyes finally opened only to be shut immediately. It was too fucking bright in here. There was some bustling and then I heard the voice again. “It’s darker, Miss Swan. Can you try again?”
Thirty-three beeps later, I pried my eyes open and saw two figures in the dim room. My heart began racing and I wanted to run. “Miss Swan, please calm down. You’re safe,” said the first voice. She took my hand and she came into focus. She was a nurse. “Breathe slowly, sweetie.”