Waking up as Harriet

I stretched out my arms above my head, rubbed my eyes and looked around me. The room was light; it hurt the back of my eyes, so I closed them, succumbing once again to the dark. There was a soft rhythmic beep in the background, lulling me further into a calm lethargy; I turned over readying myself to fall back into a blissful slumber. I felt something pull lightly on my wrist and I grunted in confusion. Still in a state of semi-dormancy, I tried to pull my arm over again but there was that same tension. Confusedly I sat up and looked across at my arm. Sticking out of it were a multitude of tubes, as I sat there trying to connect the dots in my boggled brain, I heard a noise from across the room calling to someone, so loudly. Couldn’t they see I was trying to sleep? Shouting like that wasn’t very friendly. Someone else rushed into the room only increasing my annoyance, was all this really necessary. I felt myself being pushed lightly back onto the bed and a nice voice said to me.

        “Hello Harriet, how are you feeling?” suddenly I felt my world spin around me. Where was I? Who was this woman? What was going on? I felt a wave of helplessness and confusion take over my already befuddled mind. Unable to cope with the intense influx of thoughts and emotions, I screamed out, and kept on screaming and screaming. This went on for what felt like some time until I felt a brief twinge in my arm and then I felt so tired again, so very tired. I looked blankly around the room. The nice voiced lady in blue with a syringe and in the corner a face I knew I recognised, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. That was my last thought before I slipped into a blissful drug-induced sleep.