As I was having a dreamless sleep in the comfort of my bed, I suddenly felt an annoying light from the window hitting my face as someone drew the curtains open.
WAIT, WHAT? SOMEONE DREW THE CURTAINS OPEN? Who the hell was in my house? My eyes snapped open, filled with fear.
As my vision adjusted, I saw a short, plump, middle-aged woman dressed in a blue, nurse-like uniform. Was I in a hospital? The room had beige, creamy walls, the sheets on the bed were light blue, and I was dressed in a hospital robe. Yep, I was definitely in a hospital.
"Good morning, Miss Garcia," the woman, Christa—whose name I got from her name tag—spoke softly, as if talking to a child, which pissed me off. I was 27, for God's sake.
"Where in the name of God am I?" I asked, my tone a little harsher than I intended.
She sat in one of the chairs next to my bed, her expression tense as she looked at me.
"Miss, can I ask what the last thing you remember is?" she said.
"Well, I went to sleep in my bed."
"That's it?" she asked, as if she was expecting me to remember more.
"Yes, why?" I furrowed my eyebrows as my heart hammered in my chest. Was I supposed to remember more?
"Well, dear," her expression softened, "we found you unconscious in front of the hospital." She hesitated before continuing, "And... you were in a small coma."
I froze in shock. I couldn't move as my eyes widened and my brows shot up in disbelief at what she had just told me. "And how long was I asleep for?" I asked, scared to know the answer.
"Three days, but..." She stopped mid-sentence, "I should get going."
"Wait!" I called out, but before I could say anything more, she had already left the room. I quickly grabbed my phone from the nightstand to check the date. But before I could even turn it on, the black screen showed me a photo of my 17-year-old self. As I turned on the phone, I saw that the date was May 24th. I think I was going to pass out.
After that, I spent the day in shock and confusion, trying to comprehend what had just happened. 'How the hell did I find myself in front of a hospital?' 'Was I sleepwalking?' 'Did I time travel?' 'Why am I here?' I blinked rapidly as a theory formed in my mind. 'The voice... what if whoever whispered to me yesterday, or better said, three days ago (I still couldn't believe it), was responsible for my sudden appearance here?'
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Hiraeth
FanfictionWhen I woke up in a hospital bed I was terrified cuz the last thing I remember was going to sleep in my comfortable bed in my house not in a fucking hospital bed. And it became even more wired after fricking Nina Dobrev was placed in my room Hiraet...
