Katarina's POV
I woke up to the sounds of beeping and hissing.
I held my head in agony as a sharp pain ripped through my skull.
"Thank God" a voice called from next to me, I couldn't make out who it was though.
I opened my eyes and was greeted with the vision of medical machinery. It doesn't take me long to figure out where I am.
"What happened?" I whisper, my throat hurts. Tears are rolling down my cheeks. I've always hated this place. It scared me.
"I've got you" a pair of strong arms wrapped around my shoulders and I breathed in the familiar scent of musk.
"Luke you have to get me out of here, please" I pleaded hoarsely.
I'm sweaty and crying and as hard as I try, I can't bring myself to stop.
"They haven't finished all the tests" he says, rubbing my back soothingly.
"No, you don't understand, please get me out of here Luke" I cry even harder, my nerves are out of control.
"Okay, I'll just tell the doctor" He says, pulling away from me
"No, you can't leave me" I pull him closer again, but there's enough distance between us for me to look at his face.
His eyes soften
"Okay, I don't know how to unhook you from all these machines" he frowns. His eyes look glossy.
Was Luke about to cry?
I look down at my left hand and notice a thin needle sticking out of it.
"I feel dizzy" I say closing my eyes.
I feel Luke's calloused hands gently patting my cheeks.
"You can't pass out again, that's what got you here" he says frantically.
"I'm sorry" I whisper and choke on tears.
"Please don't cry" Luke holds my needle-free hand "I have to get the doctor Katarina, I can't pull that out without passing out myself" he says pointing to the needle
"Okay, but please hurry" I beg
"I will" he places a small kiss on my cheek and exits the room.
I look around the room and notice a clipboard on the desk next to the hospital bed.
I pick it up and scan over the document.
Patient: Katarina A. Sierra
Date of Birth: 19 August 1996
Family History: nil.
Allergies: nil.
Medication: nil.
Assigned M.D. : Dr. James J. Picton
I looked at the name again. For some reason it had some kind of significance. I had no idea why.
I put the clipboard down and closed my eyes. Hospitals were my biggest nightmare. I hated everything about them.
"She woke up a few minutes ago" I heard Luke explaining
"How is she?" the doctor's voice sounded familiar but I couldn't quite but my finger on it
"She's a little panicky" he responded, sounding panicky himself "oh and a little drowsy"
"That's normal, we gave her morphine for the pain" the doctor responded.
That explained the needle in my hand.
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