I opened my eyes to see a ceiling that felt too clean and the sound of my breathing louder than what I was used to.
Then I recognized the beeping sound, a cold sensation of metal against the back of my left hand. As I turned my head slightly, the rub of the cotton on my pillow felt strange.
'This isn't my room, is it?'
I looked at my hand and saw that it was touching some sort of metal railing, and then I saw bandages on my arm which held a tube in place. I followed where the transparent tube led and saw a bag for the IV drip.
Hospital.
How long ago was it that I woke up in a hospital like this the last time? Two years? Three years?
I coughed a little and it hurt my throat. It felt so dry.
I tried to sit up but I felt so weak. But my mind was starting to clear up a little and I remembered the usual layout. I lifted my right hand above my head and started to feel my way around the wall to look for a button, and before too long, I found one and pressed it.
