Hearts On The Highrise

Chapter 62 : illusions of the night

Slowly, I began to regain consciousness, my senses dulled by the haze of confusion. The incessant beeping filled the room, each sound reverberating in my throbbing head.

With a groan, I tried to lift my heavy eyelids, blinking away the blur obscuring my vision. As my surroundings came into focus, I realized I was in a hospital room. My heart raced with panic as I tried to piece together how I had ended up here.

My gaze fell to my arm, where a needle protruded from my forearm, attached to a drip bag. Frowning in confusion, I struggled to piece together what had happened and why I was lying in a hospital bed.

Panic surged within me as I grappled with the disorientation of waking up in unfamiliar surroundings. Questions swirled in my mind, each one more urgent than the last.

How had I ended up here? What had happened to me? The last thing I remembered was talking to Heidi on the phone, and now I found myself in a hospital room, my memory a blank slate.

As I tried to sit up, a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie back down. My heart raced with fear and uncertainty, the sense of disorientation intensifying with each passing moment. I reached for the call button beside the bed, hoping to summon someone who could provide answers to my myriad questions.

But as I pressed the button, my mind raced with a thousand possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. Had I been in an accident? Was I seriously injured? The uncertainty gnawed at me, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled like a heavy weight in the pit of my stomach.

Suddenly, the door to the room swung open, and in walked Davika, holding a cup of coffee in her hands. Spotting me awake, she hurried over to my bedside, her expression a mix of relief and concern. Tenderly, she reached out and brushed her fingers against my forehead.

"How are you feeling?" she asked softly, her voice filled with genuine concern as she studied my face for any signs of distress.

"What... What am I doing here? What happened?" I asked, my voice trembling with uncertainty. Never before had I felt so disoriented and out of control, and the need for answers burned like a fire within me.

Davika's voice was gentle as she continued, her eyes filled with concern. "You had a loss of consciousness during the evening last night," she explained, her words causing a knot of anxiety to form in my stomach. "You've been asleep for several hours now. We were all worried about you."

"It can't be," I protested, my voice trembling with disbelief. "I was with Engfa just a few hours ago. I was even on the phone with Heidi." I rubbed my face in frustration, the pieces of the puzzle refusing to fit together in my mind.

The contradiction between my memories and Davika's explanation only deepened the sense of confusion swirling within me. How could I have been with Engfa one moment and then suddenly find myself in a hospital bed the next? It made no sense, and yet, the reality of my situation was undeniable.

Davika furrowed her brow, her expression a mix of concern and confusion as she reached out to take my hand. "What are you talking about, Charlotte?" she asked gently, her voice tinged with worry. "You've been asleep for about 14 hours. You haven't been with Engfa or on the phone with Heidi."

As panic began to grip me tightly in its suffocating embrace, I felt my breath quicken, coming in short, ragged gasps. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat a thunderous reminder of my escalating fear. Davika's eyes widened with alarm as she witnessed my distress, and without hesitation, she leaped into action.

"Charlotte!" she urged, her voice laced with urgency, "I'll get a doctor right away."

Davika returned, accompanied by a doctor, who approached my bedside with a clipboard in hand. With a calm, reassuring air, he began to assess my condition, checking my vital signs and looking for any sign of distress.