Room Sixteen

27/shit

Iris's pov

I open my eyes only to end up groaning from the bright light blinding my vision.
Fuck where am I?
I look around the room and the realization finally dawns on me and I sit up bringing my knees up to my chest and hugging them.

Tears blurred my eyesight and sobs bubbled in my throat.

I try to breathe but as sob after sob escapes me I am left without breath and it feels like I'm going to die.

It was all dream, all a fucking dream.

A stupid image I created in my head! I really am insane...crazy.

As I look down after being able to wake up to reality I notice all the wires and beeps and noises around me, machines that surround the bed I am sitting on, I rip the IV out my hand as it seems I'd pushed it painfully inside my vein and now it hurt a little.

The door opened in urgency and a sweet-looking lady walked in with a panicked look as she quickly walked up to me.

"Miss. Iris, oh my god you're awake. How are you feeling?" She asks and I see panic and concern in her eyes but also relief, what's happening?

"I-I," I stutter, my mouth is dry and I feel like I can't get a word out if I don't get some water soon. I looked around and she seemed to know in that moment exactly what I was looking for.

"Here, I'll get you water." She ran out of the room and after three minutes I guessed she came back with a bottle of water and handed it to me, I chugged the whole thing acting like I hadn't drunk in weeks.
"Are you better now, do you need me to get you anything else?" She asks and I shake my head no.
"Can you talk?" She asks and I try once again with all the strength I have gathered.

"Y-yes," I say, my voice is raspy and bad I want to cringe.

"Good, good. You're going to be alright I promise." She says as she does some things to the machines and presses buttons.

"What happened?" I manage to ask and she smiles a sad smile before sitting on the chair next to my bed and taking my hand in her soft one.

"You..." she hesitated but I squeezed her hand to tell her it was alright to speak, I was ready. I need to know why I'm in the hospital for, wearing ugly hospital pajamas that make me sick when I look at them.
"You are a psychiatrist remember?" She says and I nod, I know that.
"You were doing your job as usual questioning your patient and taking care of them but...in the cameras as we saw it seemed as if he manipulated you in a way or used influence to get you to do what he wanted and he succeeded, you unlocked the door to his cell and when he came out he-" she stopped to take a breath before speaking again.
"He attacked you, Iris, he strangled you almost to death," she says, and my heart pounds harder, what? I gulp the lump rising in my throat.

"He is locked up again you don't have to be scared of him anymore." She says and the only thing in my mind comes out of my mouth.

"Did I lose my job?" I ask and her eyebrows raise.